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Sculptured by a master of the finest art
Fashioned with a loving gentle heart
Her hair was spun from the softest star light
And a kiss of sun to make it just right
A silver velvet moon beam was the color of her eyes
And in the daylight hours you'd see a touch of blue skies
Her lips were made from the most perfect red rose
Then she was given a small delicate nose
Her face was shaped into a tiny heart
A signature of the great masters art
He placed into this treasure a warm soul
Filled with the colors of a rainbow
Then the master sculptor looked out as as he could see
Said without doubt I'll call her Destiny
Legend has it that's how she came to be
This sister to Hope,Faith and Charity

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