She has a lover,
Who wouldn't trade for another.
She makes a great fight,
And oh how she's bright.
She's beautiful when you glare,
Lost in her trance if you stare.
Friend or foe,
She is there,
A hero,
Fulfilling a dare.
Fame and fortune,
You can only dream,
Cross her line,
And end up on your knees.
Every friend is a friend in need,
Only with her,
You will believe.
Great heart,
Right when you meet,
Everything I see,
Is the reverse of me.
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