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Oct 2010
Breeze is very gentle
Opening her hair
Dazzles under the sky
Her face is made to be fair

The dress is of pink
Flowing into the wave
Waiting for a wink
And nothing to save

Wrinkles on her forehead
Tried to be waived
No matter the crumples on the skin
Tried not to be seen
Her ***** is set to be curved
Water-tightlyΒ Β strung
Feeling her heart is still young
Still groping for a rose
To fix over her head and
Make a new pose
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