A woman of inferior birth
Living among the people of earth
How much more can this one girl be worth
She's a bit eccentric and playful
Always trying to tease you and pull
Never ever raging like a bull
It's her way to be merry and bright
At no time looking for a mere fight
Taking moments to sit down and write
Now she shares about her only life
Spreading it like butter from a knife
Opened up are the ties of past strife
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