From the drive of sunlit,
Her dawn begins,
Adore to smiles,
She is like a pinch of salt,
Never meant to be blame,
So tasteful.
Wonderfully outwit,
She spins like the globe,
In ancient it took miles,
Just like a home,
She waltz with love,
As frame,
She is so graceful,
To suffice as a superwoman
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