Pure white dresses caress her milky skin
Full adoration of the sun
Never to allow a dark demon within
In her veins baptismal waters run
Not a blemish to find, everyday clean
A flower still left to bloom
The notorious red field, she's turned green
Original sin shed in the womb
Her body free from scars; eyes always wet
Rain always starts in the tide
As perfect as any person could possibly get
An angel by each of her sides
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