She fits, she fits
Bombarded, bombed.
She has almost nothing.
She's another one sleeping.
It's everyday life,
The lack of economy.
That's up to him.
It's not always pretty.
If that suits her
Narrow-mindedness.
She didn't understand anything
But here it is today!
She noticed
All those she makes suffer!
It's just a memory.
It's just a reminder.
Be the most sincere
Mademoiselle à© ephemeral!
It's only a future
That she rejected.
All I can say:
But what that you have in your heart?
Take an inventory.
Keep your arms open.
Just become
A projectile of good.
I am of the earth .
I push aside my opponents.
I have no boundaries.
I am miss universe.
I am not afraid of anything.
I face my daily life.
So turn around.
And tell me what you see.

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