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https://www.creativeexiles.com/wp-content/uploads/time_1518733923.jpg1280853She was a beauty, at certain times of the day, in the early morning, Singers sing about her and what she means to them, hours spent with lovers, days roaming with friends, taking turns dancing in the dark and dreaming by candlelight. She never ever wavers, always running along, never ever stopping,