No sir that girl is not a mad.
Please sir, let her respite,
She will leave your life.
A life madder than her,
Madder than this world.
I am here to take her with
To a place where she belong,
A private wing for her
To fly high, higher.
A garden of purple daffodil,
A ride on milky unicorn.
With me, come girl.
Sir, send your papers to me
I shall
Have those signed.


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