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Charisma
A beautiful statue
The fountain and it's water
I crave so deeply to meet the queens daughter
Barefoot I walked across those cold stones
Though the fear pierced heart and I felt so alone
I trotted forward and kneeled at the throne
My show of respect was not met with shame
Head and shoulders in tact
They called me by name...
Charisma come forth..
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