The sun's daughter
I heard her voice
Comes shrieking at night
She slept over a piece of gold
Rested on her soft arms
As a princess, she looked round
And suddenly stood up
Scratching her nose
Yet keeping silent
For a moment,
Being worshiped
And cross is hulking on her neck
But quiet when looking down
Having earned of too much oysters
While green light comes out her eyes
Yet she is being napping
But she wakes up
Her bosom looked shine
And none sees her,
When she prays on her church
Loudly will worship and recite
Intelligent enough to be yet spinster
Wearing her white coat
When passed on her niche
Veiled a woman up to her head
None of her face is apparent
Of a self-esteem and lovely character
Recited yet has recited
On her door she recited
Perhaps this malady will run away
Of a child yet has not named
That his poor family reckoned
God bestowing them a child,
A day they make a sacrifice
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