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Isabelle loves the sound of
music,
Standing as she does beside her self.
A song might offer words, were she to choose it,
But none will satisfy the little elf.
Each note is like a bell that's struck in heaven,
Lining all the boulevards with grace.
Let none be more or less, but all be even,
Even as she takes her rightful
place. |
