She
She's like the last flower to leave when winter strikes
She's like the first sun ray in the morning skies
She's like the sweet melody sound of your favorite song
She's like a princess with a colorful crown
I make mistakes, but she
comfronts me in a positive way, and she
reminds me of who I truely am, but when she
goes away, I miss who SHE is
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