She braided her hair
Then laid upon the bed
A smile crept onto her face
The night was warm
And the moon would soon lull her to sleep
But first her mind would travel
Visiting each star
With her right eye
Then her left
Rehearsing the thoughts of
Her wonderful life ahead
And she smiled once more
Because she knew
But not yet how
Very great she would be
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