A Friend.

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Her red hair wavy,

Her smile so bright.

She even helps me get through the night.

Nobodies pure,

but she's a close call.

her words shall be spoken,

and we will love them all.

Her blue eyes sparkle,

with a mischievous gleam,

She is impossible to break at the seam.

All of her ways,

help me be sure,

for in this world

she is pure.

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