When I was going to the press She was wearing a beautiful dress. Her dress was so grand With its quality brand. I was about to stand And shake my hand. But nothing I could say As I was on the way. She appeared bright And that was right. She was the very best Amongst the rest. She was like a diamond to my eye As she passed by. Her sweet voice Was like that of my lovely toy's. But I could not hear When she was no more near. Wanna see her Wanna see her in life..! Heba
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