Aim a little Higher.
Shoot oh cupid, arrows,
For I would know of her.
She shines like a Princess,
And lights up every room.
Behind her I am in shadow,
For she is awesomely polite.
Cares for every living creature,
With a talent rarely seen.
What is her beautiful name?
Cleopatra or Isis, surely grand.
Where I am laying hope,
Of dreams coming in the sun.
The stars have called again,
And I can see its worth.
For quickly we’re revolving now,
Leaving peace upon our earth.
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