Silk black’n hair brushed back,
With a comb of veer, and spear. Their crown was damber. “So, So, So balooo. Oh! So balooo!” She exclaims with a voice of yaint and lilac Oh! Thou that forsaken crown Full of silk and velvet Laying upon their head Their hair subjugated and flowy, hair slanted and cornered like Jagged pieces of glass. Skin soft and fragile, not tainted, not touched. Oh! so perfect, Oh! So perfect, Like white porcelain, white stainless porcelain. Eyes was the colour of milk chocolate, and the drizzle Of carmel, Oh! Such simplicity, But such a beauty. Oh! Such a kind, gentle soul, Like a sweet line of romantic poetry. Lacing true to their words, like the flow, and strongness of champagne, And pure like the gentle flow of water. “Such A Beauty! Oh! Such A Beauty, Oh my dear prince, why such a cliche my darling!” She exclaims, voice concrete and pure sheer.
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