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Her thoughts were like dancing on a forlorn stage, She could have proved herself only if she were let out of that hefty cage. Unaccountable shakles fill her with rage, She wants to cry out, "Its her age". Several others keep a gauge to check upon that she never turns the page. The dazzling fire burn in readiness that could not assuage, This won't let her settle before she wins the battle until then there is no stoppage. This would keep her engage until she proves that her skills were not something to sway in drainage.