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Known for being rald,
Through walled she's in yald,
Wrapped up with emerald.
Look into her eyes,
Hush, and hear her sighs
Emblazoned from her skies.
Majestically,
Vined and dreamy
From her balcony.
Scent of greeny wind,
Leafy, calm and keened,
Where greedy hands have sinned.
From dusty whispers
And blows of zephyrs,
To tears of skyscrapers.
Made a fatal drought,
Sour cries have brought,
Drained and becoming sot.
Now still teary.
A poison ivy,
Lost on her balcony.
