The Girl With The Pearl Earring
And so I sit
in the dark for a bit.
I give a glance,
you see my face, not my stance.
My head's a whirl
but soon enough it's clearing.
I am the girl
with the pearl earring.
I look ahead
clad in my blue and yellow,
and not in red,
so specified that fellow.
And with a curl, of his brush
he makes my face endearing.
I am the girl
with the pearl earring.
The men may gaze
like staring is in fashion,
but I'm not fazed
I will dispel their passion.
I'll give a twirl,
and laugh away their leering.
I am the girl
with the pearl earring.
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