Her dashing confidence

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She smiled at his curiosity and enraptured his spirit

"A distraught memory of cheating lies of fate

Is it just a phase?

Why is it not ever praise?

As she had came to me in a dream of spite

It was never a stage of fright

She appalled me with her green gleaming eyes

As I backed away from her side

She was an angel of life but never a saint

She grabbed my hand as if it was a haint

Then threw me in a black and white daint

That repelled me by her sight

Yet recalled my dashing fright

Her life blemished in her green glamping eyes full of rufescent

Yet an opposment of viridescent"

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