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Wonderful and gorgeous,
Pretty and nice; Kind and forgiving, Patient, without vice. You are strong Like a Douglass, And powerful like The Condor is. The beauty of Your face transcends, And sophistication of Your speech portends The beauty of What lies within Your personality. And I begin To see, you Are like mithril; Lasting through fire And battle until You emerge wiser, Stronger, mightier than You were when The combat began. How could I Dream that one So perfect could Be so fun? But I look At you And Know that your Love is banned. So now I Will not weep Nor will I Lose any sleep Over a matter As trivial; I Now turn away To the sky And await the Person Providence withholds From my grasp, That I mold Easier into what He wants from Me. Segragation now Is my serum To tide me Through the time, When, henceforth, I Now will climb To the place He sets me. And for this I thank thee. --Class200288 2/16/01
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