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She's scared of what might be and what won't,
So for now she remains like a ghost,
She can almost taste it it's so close,
As she reaches out a voice says don't,
I'd like to help her I truly would,
But this ordeal of hers will do her good,
Her time will come same as you and I,
She'll unfurl wings and take to the sky,
She's a princess although few can see,
Her beauty is behind misery,
She'll get no peace till there is release,
She twists and she turns till she breaks free,
Her time has come unlike you and I,
She's unfurled wings to take to the sky,
She's a princess on that we agree,
Her beauty's displayed for us to see.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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