You are a lady with fame,
Beautiful with nice name,
Clean, no blame no lame,
Ever a winner in a worldly game.
In here you are with a face,
To love, to hate to race,
To live, to set a pace,
To leave to gain a grace,
You were born in the midst a time,
When the world was ever forever to deform,
Into ashes into dust never forever to reform,
But yours an indication,
A mission to retain the lost world vision.
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