She walks the path she owns,
The tar she pours alone,
The way she goes at speed,
Her pace not one to reach,
A race won; the life gained,
There she smiles, there she works,
Soon to kiss thus to be,
Gives the life, gives it all
Not a girl, not a toy;
Her strength: love; her way just,
To know her to know more,
To throw her is no more:
She’s free; she breathes; she lives,
Her share be her great share,
Nor at guilt to take all,
Nor at fault to bait all,
She talks, she sings, she sees,
She’s living, she’s alive.

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