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Free of spirit, body and soul,
To her heart there was no key,
Captured by nothing, nothing at all
I wonder even by me. .
In her veins ran the ultimate symbol,
Of triumph over time,
Her beauty was a picture
Of the perfect design.
Her eyes held the ghost of ancestors
That roamed before,
Strength, courage and grace,
She was to the core.
High upon a mountain
She now stands so regally,
A wisp of wind, she fades away
But not from my memory.

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