The cocky girl
She was a girl, not like any one She walks at proud, not like
anyone She was so proud Could no one to talk to her even could look. If she
noticed, she would make a quarrel. She was so smart and took sight. What
could hearts Do with that smart? They were prevented to follow as she might
walk They talked a lot. They said that she loved Her lover let Her in the way
of the desert, where the heart was lost and she felt with betrayal She closed her
heart She hated the other part Of the walking life the men
One talked she had found the
men as wolves, who hurt her heart with hard. Her heart has chattered Her inner
blooded So she decided to live alone Other said She was kidnapped and rapped
without hearing Sound of her argument The last or the most She was so rich No
one could reach
To her or even talk So she walked a long, without any look. She
was rich. Her father had a lot of money and she had made also a lot. She worked
hard So her manager wanted to stay and share her life as she was smart. The
branches talked with her name on the morning The birds singing harmony. Her
name was already repeated every moment. Her face was shiny as the sunny was appearing.
The nights came and touched her head with the kiss making her eyes closed to
sleep in peace. The stars made lace and wanted to decorate or be decorated her
neck. The angels made a song that had no end Until she waked up. The cock
calling hers When it waked up and the birds Her name was shown on the down
grass. Her face was drawn in the sky up The moon was downed Colored his face on the horizon
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