I am a girl….
I am a girl who is lost
The girl who is looking for a soulmate
Where is my soulmate?
Where can he be?
Is he lost?
Is he trapped?
Is he with another?
Why can't he find me oh Lord Jesus
Am I lost
Have I gone too deep off my soul
That my soul is trapped
That there is no escape for me
Or will I always be the girl who is lost?


By the river stiff abode by night by this knights benched sided mirth be seated on a page as well done on stage (like steak) reflect oh crystal type snowfall gleam pristine, each by day, poured out by night throughout the seasons one might like stayed beside him with a sword for pen to king and queens alike.
Oh this knight, woe is he for thee to be this lonely night, unaccompanied by no star in which is filled by one delight that is the moon, oh its light is bright and guides his way by night. Oh this knight, clouds hang low to his vibrant soul to the fright—though he might, explain the best he could—this knight express through sight. To this poem he will weep, to this poem guided like sheep, through this poem you will see his maiden enter in his sleep to wreak havoc and inhabit in this kingdom by the sea (Annabel Lee). Oh this knight, what an interesting poem he felt tonight and so he writes, shaded aid for everything will be alright so now he thrives, in this life, dedicate to his only wife.

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