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She sings and she dances,
However Lord knows not too well.
She smiles at others' stupidity,
And frowns at her own mistakes.
She's an active spirit always in motion,
She's a feather in the wind.
She's invisible to man's desires;
She's just another plain grain of sand on a beach.
But little do others know, if looked at the right way,
She's that one grain of sand which becomes the beautiful crystal...
The crystal found around another man's majestic neck.
She'll then be the jewel of an old flame's eye,
But one he'll never have.
Now she's the queen, the ruler,
And she is me.
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