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High above the ground she sits
The girl with golden hair, Upon her face she wears a smile Upon her face so fair. Even from the street is seen A radiance so aglow, What is the problem so extreme That stars her in this show ? Although her beauty doth shine through, In her eyes, life's spark's not there, She spreads her arms, Looks to the sky And falls, she knows not where.
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