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Beware of this maiden, the one fair of face

Emerald green eyes, that sparkle with grace

Lips palest pink, they’re meant only for him

Still, she’ll blow you a kiss, cross the room, on a whim

You’ll know when she hits you, know just how it feels

When her lips touch your soul, and your heart she does steal



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