She walks like rain,
Beauty asunder .
Filled with so much pain,
She moves like thunder .
Her hearts been scorn,
An she's been used .
Forever be warned,
These words be true .
When I look at her,
It breaks my heart .
Please don't bother,
She's a work of art .
A rose cannot compare,
To her beauty .
I am fully aware,
She can be quite moody...
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