A young soul wanders
Between four walls
She has some friends
She has some flaws
She is a hologram
Here, present- and yet not
Is she real? or just a thought
I look around-
There is nothing to see
But yet her enthusiastic voice- is filling me
She fills the air
She talks and walks
Is she real? or is she not?
She is present
She fills the air
Young and fair,
So young and fair.
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