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Stop and stare
She doesn’t care
She knows she’s center stage
She looks just right
Under any light
She’s the topic of envious rage
Hold the space
In silk and lace
Her smile is in her eyes
Radiant and true
her eyes on you
scorn her at your own demise
Hannas her name
You’ll never be the same
Holding your heart in her hand
She’s second to none
Full of beauty and fun
The luckiest soul in all the land
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