eyes as pretty as love,
a smile red like a rose.
A beauty trapped in a glass house.
With the birds she hums,
day in day out.
A melancholy flutter
as they follow her through the great hall.
In her slippers
she dances a ball of her own.
Her body like a feather;
she floats through each room.
An empty house,
the company of her own.
Day in day out, all alone.
Through the day
she sweetly sings to her treasures,
a loving crowd of inanimate pleasures...
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