Yes she is beautiful,
that you can see,
when she looks down at you,
it seems as though you can't breathe,
so you try,
and try,
and try to please,
because you know,
she soon will leave,
but not before,
you're under her spell,
and that is when,
i truely wish you well,
beneith her beauty,
beyond the stars,
right now you have moonlight,
but soon you'll have scars, ...
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