With a heart pure as distilled water
she doesn't mind to cook and cater.
as clear as the sweet morning dew
her thoughts each day appear new.
One day spirituality
Next day her personality.
One day her religion
Then about world vision.
She dreams this world a store of
peace. War forever no more -
Release olive branch and dove
No greed, gaols or any gore.
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