She's ginger on a winter night,
A flame of candle, whisp of light,
She's every sight a soul should be,
She's camomile, a cup of tea.
She's summer on a clouded day,
A song to chase the blues away,
And every note, you hoped would play,
She's angels when you kneel to pray.
She's passion to ignite a kiss,
And every form of earthly bliss,
The skip of beat, your heart could miss,
The present on your christmas list.
She's magic, find her in a hat,
A princess on a flying mat,
A harpys in the midst of flight,
She's ginger, on a winter night.
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