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I was reading, last night, about a girl;
a bright little jewel, her name was Pearl. Her voice was like silver, her hair was spun gold, her eyes sparkling diamonds too rare to be sold, Her feet dainty dancers, her hands white as snow, complexion like opal, her cheeks all aglow. I went to the mirror and looked myself over. Yes, Pearl and myself are like shamrock and clover.
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