A hopeful heart – handing out illusions –
Worn atop a satin sleeve;
Naivety was dripping out delusions –
'Twas an open gash – to so deceive
A little further, such a pretty mind.
Her whitened innocence, rare today;
And lest we ruin another soul,
Leave and let it be – we'll pray the trust
Will emanate a loving whole
For our appreciation; hear the plea.
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