Practically Perfect In Every Way But Cant Fly
Small is her soul but from within a light that burned the sun
The power of the sun surrounded by a burning universe
could not compare to the simplest twinkle
from those emerald guards of life
The moons pulls towards her face to hide within every pore
And nature rests its head in peace
As it views its perfect art
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