A TALE OF A TRANQUIL AND WISTFUL GIRL
She was tranquil but still wistful.
Oh! the things she never had.
The life that looked set to pass her by.
She would sit on a cool summer day, looking out of her cottage window, wishing, dreaming.
She said she was tranquil because she was peaceful, and she was wistful because she was wishful. 

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