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Gentle as a little girl, worth as much as a priceless pearl, wonderous as she gives it a swirl, glorious in her movements as she does twirl, seemlessly caught in a whirl, dashing through the field hands full of burl, having to watch what I say as to not be churl, what can one do with such a beautiful little girl +End
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