Her cheek as red as rose
Her heart as harmless as a dove
Her face as round as an apple
Her body as round as a bell
Her will as tough as nails
Her skin as white as snow
Her lips as red as a blood
She dresses as proud as a peacock
She felt as cold as a fog
She moved as graceful as a swan
She acted as gentle as a lamb
Her words as silent as a grave
A grave
A silent place where she really exist
Young girl, young dying girl
A girl
The one who was wet behind the ears
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