Her Name is Patience

Her name is Patience, not her style;
She’d sooner run than walk a mile,
And laughter is her instrument,
Yes, even now, I hear it

Her name is Patience, not her way,
Pure freedom brought to life in play:
The butterflies all know her name,
For she’s a kindred
Spirit

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