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SONNET TO OBEDIENCE
She was a young girl,
Filled ambitions and vision,
She shined like the morning sun,
She was pleasant like the orchard flowers.
She was Colorful,
Her beauty attracts like the flower petals,
She was loved by all.
Her voice was like a damsel
So angelic and enticing
She was a rapunzel
Now she like an isolated house
All have fade away
She now lives like a desolate land
Oh! how good to be obedient.

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