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Her life is like a rose.

She is crushed again and again.

But she spreads her beauty with smile.

She is admired for the intellectual beauty.

She never allows other hands to extract her from the plant.

If unwanted hands touch her, she make them bleed with the thorns.

She was the image of Lord,

Yahweh inserted His breathe to her.

She was the crown of the jewel. 

She is the story of untold series.