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Illustrious and famous Jains Proudmoore. A lovely girl who fought for reasons of love of country and place. I see her now with darkened expression and a whiteness purity knows. Her delicate lines are put inside a bouquet of rosy lows. She might even overflow. Tests ate her spirit raw when they came to take her people. But with God almighty she was tiny though the world bowed low. She could see grow dark the cape around her shoulder. But in her stance of elegance she put her enemies low. Her feet are complete, her legs are hidden in the rainbow. Of dark long colors that make the others follow as sun does the bow. The world will know.