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She's like a poem,
Waiting to be read.
She's like a song,
Waiting to be sung.
She's like a melody,
Waiting to be heard.
She's like a book,
Waiting to be understood.
She's like a dance,
Waiting to be performed.
She's like a beauty,
Waiting to be cherished.
She's like art,
Waiting to be crafted.
She's you,
Waiting to be found.
She's you,
Waiting to be loved.
She's not just a girl,
She's within all of you,
She resides somewhere inside,
Somewhere the golden rays don't reach,
Somewhere the silver shine doesn't work,
Somewhere in you,
She stays,
Waiting to be acknowledged.



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