Under the night sky
A maiden has her soft white glow
Along with the many hearts around her
Beauty doesn't matter to her
Due to her belief of appearance
Which shows deep within her heart
The staff she holds in her hand
Shimmers along with her pure heart
That beats to the rhythm of a peaceful melody
She may look to be alone at night
When no one is around her at all
But she is surrounded by all who are always there
During the day her glow and staff fade
Hidden somewhere that she kept a secret
Giving her the chance of living an ordinary life
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