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A beautiful young woman entered the Inn Everyone in the room couldn’t help but grin Her blue eyes and white teeth sparkled in the light. Her favorite type of man was a handsome night Sometimes you could find her in a private den Completely surrounded by handsome strong men Many were envious of her alluring looks Surprisingly her favorite thing was to read books Attractive, coy, and clever all in one Her heart never seemed to be able to be won Her laugh was like a harmonious song I could listen to it all day long She reminded me of my first young love My love that is now in heaven above An aroma of cherry blossoms danced off her skin It covered her desperation that reeked from within
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