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I'd rather be the complete Mystery, 
The enigma that I am, 
The deeply secretive woman that is me.
Beauty fades with times delicate hand. 

A woman's virtue, her heart remains.
These secrets that I keep,
Locked away from a world that tis vain.
For I choose to be a wolf, in a world of sheep.
I shall not become a slaughtered lamb.
For mere entertainment, of watching my pain.

No this woman shall always remain... 
A wolf among these sheep....

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