There once was a girl,
beautiful and fair;
and wherever she went,
there'd be no despair.
The ones that saw her,
would say she's rare,
'cos everywhere she went,
they can't help but stare.
Even with the clothes
that others commonly wear,
she could put on,
and still stun us with her flair.
Even though she's not yet
a millionaire,
I love her nonetheless, for no one else
can compare.
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