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She looks so beautiful, as she saunters past.
The air behind her emanates an ambrosial scent.
Her movement accentuated gracefully without intent.
Never aware of the elegance she presents.

When comparing this beautiful sight,
what comes to mind is a butterfly as it ascends.
Her grace and flow, her lighted footed steps,
humble eyes her beauty she does not comprehend.

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