Its exquisite inside
None realize in that stage
It turned to a bud and none conceit on its recruit
Its charm called it a queen of time
Praise and rarity made her the majesty
Awesome charisma made her the giant
All flash her flirt and hagiography
Quark of life made it a frail
Days made her look wrinkle
Awful look withhold the praise
It was hallowed and lost its existence
Life is a flower of provincials
Nothing is stable,
But the goodness is the possession in life
That will be a portrait in living hearts
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I really blessed to read these line of golden hand Praise and rarity made her the majesty Awesome charisma made her the giant All flash her flirt and hagiography Quark of life made it a frail