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Jul 4
When she's serious, she's cool and bright,
Like moonlight sharp in the quiet night.
Each word she speaks is calm and wise,
A thoughtful spark behind her eyes.
But when she smiles, a child appears,
She speaks with joy that lifts my gloom,
And fills my heart with quiet bloom.
Written by
Hex  M
(M)   
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     South-by-Southwest and Traveler
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