cobblestone near the city bath,
rustling of the snow flaked leaves,
Michelle,she smiles.
Narrowing around,a starlit street,
the moon,she sings a song discreet,
the apples give,without greed
Michelle, she sighs.
Songs were sung,strings were touched,
when we came to be,
the world above, shone for us,
Michelle,she ran in glee.
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