Her name was whispered,
Gave joy to those who knew,
She was God's Creation,
Of which she prayed to.
Her hair was sunlit gold,
Her eyes as brown as wood,
Her lips were rosy red,
A angel she could,
Be, as she was,
God's Creation.
She cared for the poor and sick,
Gave them money of her own,
Made money of of candlewick.
So when her days were over,
She happily went up,
To her heaven,
And God's creations.
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