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The girl of my dreams


Made of white snow


Her delicate skin


Painted by Ocean


her deep blue eyes


Caressed by the wind


Her brown curly hair


As summer came


and went quickly


Was her memory


in one of my dreams


Perhaps it is better


that she is not likely


Because in paradise


Could we meet
The girl of my dreams Made of white snow Her delicate skin Painted by Ocean her deep blue eyes Caressed by the wind Her brown curly hair As summer came and went quickly Was her memory in one of my dreams Perhaps it is better that she is not likely Because in paradise Could we meet
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