she had dewy honey eyes and
the type of smile that
could make flowers blossom
she was a nymph or a
fairy with moonbeams for
a heart, so pure
and when she laughed oh
god when she laughed
the sun shied away from her
she was an angel,
so sweet like
nectar
and all she did was give
give give
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