An angel mysterious as the moon during the day.
She walks, with wonder, and fresh exuberence.
Leaving even God, as she passes by him quitely,
Wishfully thinking, in stunned silence.
She knows nobody yet everyone knows her,
she breezes by them, like a leaf floating on the wind.
Stories of yesteryear, betrayed by a glance.
Of broken promises, and empty romance
Unparallaled beauty with delicate grace
all the beauties of life she does embrace
what's her true name well,
she says she'll never tell
They call her Miss Penny Lane.
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