She thought all that glitters is gold
Into the river, headwards, she went
Since the ride had been exuberant
She ignored the music foretold
Still in her prime youthful days
She's the pride of every eye
Being the single star in a whole sky
She never desires a gaze
So, she thought that the sea is river over flowing
and so dove in not minding the current
Now she is pregnant: her pride is rent
And the song is no longer pleasing
So set, early though the scriptures beckoning
That she indifferently declined
But the cares of the world outlined
So down her world come crashing!
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