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Her Serene Highness
Her Serene Highness
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The night when she cried,
The poor man's Luck rise up;
Her birth to be their pride
As soon as time grows up!
She grew up with no bias
With the outfits of the princess;
In the house that was pious,
Gets treated like Queen in chess!
Her youth like an upstream river
That flows through her curvy body;
Words fail to describe her glitter
That is praised by everybody!
One must learn from her senility:
Live each moment till the fullest,
Don't fret about your ability
Until your soul meets to rest!
