What was that! Strange right at the start
Sparkling eyes with a smile, she was happy
Though her wings are not classy and fancy
She awaits wings to fly
To take her to new try
Her life was taking a shape
Once it was a heap of hope
Hope was rising waves
She was smiling
Her hope was taking shape
Moon has to make way for the sun
She can see plenty of roads to run
But her choice is idiosyncratic one
She follows where she falls all the time
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