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Windchimes
She has such an innocence,
I hurt to look at her:
Those beautiful features torment my sleep.
I'd day-dream forever:
Her crystalline laughter,
Her wonderful words and her splendid physique.
I plan chance encounters,
Passing her in my mind's eye,
She smiles politely: nods her head at me.
Though she is quite silent,
I can almost hear her:
Her timbre rings through in a fine harmony.
The most delicate porcelain,
Can hardly compare with her,
Imagine wind chimes there to beguile;
You'd wait for her, shake for her,
Enter debate for her,
If you could imagine her near perfect smile.
I hurt to look at her:
Those beautiful features torment my sleep.
I'd day-dream forever:
Her crystalline laughter,
Her wonderful words and her splendid physique.
I plan chance encounters,
Passing her in my mind's eye,
She smiles politely: nods her head at me.
Though she is quite silent,
I can almost hear her:
Her timbre rings through in a fine harmony.
The most delicate porcelain,
Can hardly compare with her,
Imagine wind chimes there to beguile;
You'd wait for her, shake for her,
Enter debate for her,
If you could imagine her near perfect smile.
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