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Her eyes are the moon
That smiles on the sea
Clouds pave way as her teeth peep
Her laughter makes butterflies to rejoice
The ocean chants her name
As it craves for the warmth of her feet
With every dish of her step

The wind sings to her hair
As the eyes of men are
Locked in questions
Even angels are deflected
By the calls of her waist beads
Her beauty is that stream that softens the heart
Indeed she is a rose with thorns as roses

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