Fair, bright and white,
I found her sitting to my right,
Some power had those eyes,
She seemed for her age very wise,
Lips as pink as pink could be,
Her speech seemed to set all sorrows free,
Cold at night it was that brought her close to me,
Slept on my lap; she with glee,
As I was just about to flee,
I could hear those moist eyes' plea,
Now for you, that is Aarti, aged three!!
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