Geometrical figures, card boards and scissors
She makes novel designs in her own mind
She cuts through her conscience, and the colourless ambiance
And ventures into wilderness to unwind
With a bow stuck in her hair
She'll stand still and stare
At the unusual shapes and flowers
Some would say, "She wouldn't care
And yet she's got a flair
To imagine with her imaginary powers"
She is her own architect, all right
She is an artist with a visionary sight
Craning her neck above her height
She dares to dream in black and white
She dreams in black and white
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