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She
Was too wild
For this little world

Yet
Never a child
Never a little girl

She
Bathed in pure light
Shone like a falling star

Yet
Even in darkest night
Never fell too far

She
Sang her sweet song
Wildest of melody

They
Followed along
Lured by artistry

She
Ran to the night
Taking every child

All
Lost to our sight
Beautiful and wild

She
Just like Pan
But robed in pure white

She
As it began
Glorious to our sight

(c) Helen Valentina 2018