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I see her nearly everyday.
Just a girl but she's okay.
I figure if she's heaven sent new disclosures should be imminent;
real strain could be evident;
metaphysics would be provident;
I'd sure to be obedient;
I'd love to be penitent.
Here she comes.
And then there she goes.
Cloud...
One Four Nine!