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Feb 2011
A lady who is deserving of the title,
a search the FBI would call an x-file.
No one could find a spirit so kind.
Then, how lucky am I to
spy you with my little eye?

A woman most honest and wise
who always gives the best advice.
A loyal friend right unto the end.
You would look for laughter
in the middle of a disaster.

Winter is cold and cruel,
if you look in a mirror, you'll
see sadness does not suit you.
It must be hard, being so blue,
but this much is true:

The world becomes a beautiful place
when I look at your smiling face.
Written by
Atticus Hayes
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