She is beautiful, such a youthful face
She is beautiful, so becoming
She is beautiful, with poise and grace
What a mystery, I heard her singing
What a mystery, I've watched her stroll
What a mystery, then she went missing
How I miss her, that untouched angel soul
How I miss her, of temptation's sultry
How I miss her, by wolves, spiders, and all
And I dream, perhaps serendipity
And I dream, we would meet by destiny
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11 years ago
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