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HER

Sunday, January 01, 2006
Her beauty proceeds what many might say,
Her songs are as sweet as any summer day,
Her hair brings the scent of newly bloomed lilies,
As it flows unendingly to her saintly feet.
Flowers bowed as she walked by,
Children stopped to gaze in her eyes,
People gasp at this unearthly sight...

Candles Blown out At
3:32 AM