The sparkle in your eye
Is just one of the things
That I despise
The putrid smell of your perfume
Is like a sad flower
That will never bloom
Your horrid blonde hair
Sweeping your shoulders
It is not fair
It makes you look colder
Your constant grin
Even when your sad
It is a sin
Now I'm done
Spilling my jelousy
Now go and run
My internaly ugly majesty
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