She, with lycanthropic hair fanned behind
Orbs of fairy-tale blue squinting,
Protecting their chilled wetness from the cutting wind
She, raised with Romulus,
Unusual and world-changing
But she, that Remus, yes, even she
Sits on the harsh blue seats
Watching the world go by
Yeah, it's crappy, but what do you expect? like the first two lines.
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