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A girl who dreamed of love,
A girl who always wanted to run,
A girl who wanted to live life with freedom...
Yes, she is the girl from the prison.

She's the light to the dark nights,
She finds peace in a world full of grief.
Her soul is pure, like the sea,
Her intentions are always selflessly.

Yes, she has those fairy eyes,
Yes, she is like a dream in real life.




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