Daughter passes by during night
In front of some group squad
Daughter looking so innocent until
One chats her that night
Classes she say she comes from
In a deceitful garment like robe;
That transparent-white-light robe
And they called and she stops
Dear girl, where are you from?
In the wilderness laying straw
Picking berry-cherry cooking cereal
When sudden rain begins to shower
And highlighting her shapely tower
Then feels like exercising his power
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