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The world was a playground

The world was a playground for fools like him
Until she came, lily-like in the wind.
He had to stop, he had to pause and look:
She was a force of nature,
A beauty of a fairytale in a book. 
And all that he thought was best in the world
Began to crumble at her feet. 
He stared at her, quietly melting,
As she walked past him
Unaware she was glowing.