MiJ HeNrieL Biography

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I saw Cinderella in the marketplace
Her clothes ragged and one of her shoes without a lace
Tiny drops of sweat ran across her beautiful face
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From the highest mountain to the deepest sea
From the smallest herb to the biggest tree
From all these things there`s nothing to be compared to thee
O, my Marayah, the epitome of real beauty.
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It would be a clock that rang a ding, dong, ding!
The chime`s so pleasant to hear even in the gloomiest hour
O, Jonathan, I wonder why you`d changed the way you are.
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Twinkle, twinkle, my morning star up the distant sky
Like a diamond sparkling before my eye
Twinkle, twinkle, my morning star, how I wonder where you are
You vanished like a whirlwind that had not come.
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Praises are but downpours which cannot moisten an arid land
Lust is but a giant wave which cannot make love stand
Fame is but a tiny dropp of water in the wide ocean
Wealth and power are but graves dug by those who made them their sun.
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