Does she even know...
The one who's as pure as the driven snow
The one who's line of thought has never been low
I'm dead, I'm dull, I'm mum I know
A little creature in the middle of an ocean of snow.
She's someone who's being followed every moment
She's someone who's a friend as well as an opponent
She's inevitable, she's a book of knowledge,
She's a bloomed flower on a fresh morning with the scent of solace.
Do you know her? She's been our usher
She's our Principal, who fills in the gaps of our dawn with colour.
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