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Her


Never shall my heart race when she's behind me clutching a knife

She's evermore guarding me with her life

Even though everyone has befallen my destruction

Her eyes will eternally hold admiration

With every secret, she keeps disclosure

Never has she gossiped about me for pleasure  

The world could ever be hers, should she ask

I will never, for her, wear a mask

Braving through this strange creation

For every victory, we give one another a prominent ovation

Words declare my unending gratitude

She has me believing I'm floating to another altitude

We've made it through every feud 

Without her, I would indefinite, be screwed

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