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She is a wild child with a gypsy soul
that dance with stars.
Where in the mere world of words
She is the melody that can be sung for hours.
She is a swift rush of air that
uplift birds flight.
Through her soul may set in darkness
She will rise in perfect light.
In the plain sky she is that blue hue.
She the ruler of skies.

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