I saw her from a mile,
There she was with a smile,
I saw her on a unicorn,
As I was in a field of corn.

I saw her from an angle,
She seemed to be an angel,
Dressed in fairly white,
As she commanded with might.

I decided to make an agreement,
But had to follow an arrangement,
But didn't get her acceptance,
Because of my ignorance.

I looked at her in wonder,
Because she was called Amanda,
I saw her across the stream,
I only remember that it was a dream.
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