She was the girl who had it all
A cushion preceded her every fall
The sky found her shelter before it chose to rain
And her nerves had never known the signal of pain
But enough had she of being numbed before falls
She wanted to behold it, to feel it all.
Too accustomed to benevolence had she become
To appreciate simplicity and meager sum
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