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She is like the winter sun, that smell of rain in the summer, pine tree in the spring, that one song that you always sing. She's all of it and more. She's the dark side of the moon, the sweetness of June. Your smile with that pinkish glow, me a touch and your heart will grow, nine times or maybe ten. To my Peter, she's the queen, butterfly ring on her rose finger, makes my heart dwell. She is the perfect girl. I hope one day she'll be my world, for she's like the winter sun, smooth and warm and comforting. I'll take her far from all the hurting, a place built for us, by us, our own little democracy.