From talk to sleep,
To stalk to dreams,
She never was left alone,
But her talks were too as creams,
Which no longer expected anger,
But she'd knew to hold her dreams,
Let the best one be perfect,
Afterall at her best she's even more than perfect,
With her dreams upright and her character straight erect,
She's been never worse than a baby face,
Afterall all what she is, only upon me,
Because if she is hurted she behaves like a queen or the ace.
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