Poem 23

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This little girl inside me,

And without thorn the rose, 

So fair and sweet, 

Of spring the fairest flower, 

Dances with the hours and graces, 

Coloured like the dawn,

Strangers as the dusk,

Desolated,

I will decorated,

The darkness of the night,

Is the moonlight,

Were we dance with her light.  

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