I am not built out of gold,
Not even known by my name,
Perfect, Perfect not,
I am a little innocent girl,
Who know not about perfect,
I am me and only myself,
I take not of what the world offers,
I'm like a lonely bayou in the middle of nowhere,
Filled with dirt from the world,
Quiet and peaceful,
Perfect, Perfect not,
I'm just me.
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