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โขWise like owls, full of tranquility and very wellbeing.
โข In the midst of the crowd, stands a lady so fair, her beauty and poise, a sight so rare. Her face radiates, like a sun-kissed dawn, and her name, Mora, is like an angel's song. She may get angry, but it's only a whim, for her charm and grace, can never be dim. She's a sight to behold, so effortlessly serene, a beauty like hers, is seldom seen. Her name, so unique, like a rare gemstone, catches everybody's attention, like a melody's tone. Mora, oh Mora, how befitting and rare, an epitome of beauty, beyond compare. So if you ever see her, don't just pass by, take a moment to admire, and you'll wonder why. How a lady so lovely, with a name so divine, could be so enchanting, like an angel in line.
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