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There she is
There she is,
Lurking over the mountain.
Her sparkling hair,
Bright against the black cape.
There she is,
Her beauty that spreads from a fountain.
Like the hiss of the midnights air,
A new day gradually taking shape.
There she is,
But this time more dark.
Her light not so bright anymore,
A veil in front of her face.
There she is,
Her eyes without the spark.
The teardrops so unsure,
Now the magical night for a time replace.
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