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Jan 1
Even though life gave up on her,
many times,
She smiled as if she bore no scars.

Her laughter was dancing in the room,
As if my girl was never untouched by hardship.

Her eyes was radiating enough to be the home of many stars
And that's where I shine through.

Her battles were high as the mountain,
but she never failed to wrap me
in her arms.
Fiez
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