Is.

There is a girl.
Who held the world.
To a breast warm and lovely.
There is a hand.
That held a rose.
Out to all the lonely.
There is friend.
Who’s eyes were deep.
To see the world around her.
There is a woman.
Of beauty and grace.
Can’t help but love forever.

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