Prancing off the beaten track
On an eerie night so black
Singing out loud with all her might
To an insensitive lonesome night
There she stood with her big brown eyes
Staring at the world so bizarre
Smiling softly at those times
When she was arrogant about her dynamic mind
A mind that she believed was deprived of honour
By being paired with a frame so lamentable
For so immature was she to understand well
That gold, thought precious, is brittle still !!!
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