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Apr 2018
I watch the wind blow through her hair
her beauty is known everywhere
most people find it hard not to stare.

Her beauty, & her grace
when she wears some lace
it highlights her gleaming face.

She always has fun
in the winter
she is the one

Of our dreams
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