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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