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Once upon a time
there was a Girl
with shining deep eyes
and heart like a pearl.
Enamored as she was
of pleasures of her life
she always captured hearts
she never tried to hurl.
Being a gorgeous nymph
her grace excelled the moon
nothing was so nice
as her favorite pretty curl.
Neither dazzling eyes
nor her scarlet lips
her locks captivated
the heart of an earl.
Since that moment he
was robbed of his rest
and started thinking plans
to gain the precious curl.
So frightened as she was
of vision of a dream
by which she got alarmed
to beware of a numskull.
Her dream came true
and she lost her pretty lock
she shivered, quivered, wept
in loss began to whirl.
so this was the story
Of a pretty girl,
of an Earl's passions
and a slaughtered curl.
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