I sit here in this lonely place
Called by many cyberspace
I roam its corridors of copper wire
Seeking one whom I desire
She's a pretty thing this girl I know
Hair like silk, see it flow
Eyes that are gentle, warm and soft
With them she holds my heart aloft
She has a power over me
Though only friends we may be
With only a word or a smile
She can make my day feel worthwhile
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