From a remote place
Came the beauty
With finesse and grace
And she had a duty
To share what she had felt
As if she made a pledge
And beauty she had dealt
And put us on an edge
Our eyes became addicted
To a feast of joy and cheer
As if she had predicted
That she'll find us waiting here
Don't worry, we'll be here.
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