When she cries
Her tears are rain drops
When she speaks
Her voice is a wave lost in the ocean
When she walks
Her steps are light as the air
When she sleeps
Her dreams are beauty and poetry
Every time she's touched
Something comes undone
Every time she's kissed
The magic turns on
Still she's found out
In a moment
All she wants to be,
She is not.
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