Look, look at her face,
How pretty She looks in this dress.
Sparkling, her cheeks, but obscure feet.
Smile at everyone with a bright greet.
Unlike Day, has no fragrance, no tweet.
Although She seems to all too sweet.
Light might be the source of one’s appear.
But we all may die if She disappear.
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