She’s as still as the night

Elegant, like a breeze in the summer

Observant, perched on any old street corner

Timeless but ahead of her time

Shamelessly fashionable and contrarian

Like some bad joke, I hope you’ll never understand

In search of lost time, she hopes you’ll never find it

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