that which she’s never had?
young Ginia had deemed
It made a dash of sense
but came off as rather sad
the notion Pipo flemed
Yet her dreams amid the glistening gems
betrayed her frosty mien
But that spark therein she could not nurture
and died, what could have been
So it’s all the same, for father and gents
to her ends, they’re just the means
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