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You see the world the way my eyes could never see it You bring light to darkness and find beauty where it is unseen The way your heart beats at the moment of my touch I am sorry, I won’t always mirror,
This spring is dry It’s cold on a summers day The leaves are still Although they are not here to stay, Humanity dipped in grey dye
her hair is long her eyes green behind her smile suffering is seen   her hands are shaky, for they have stood the test of time I am my mother's daughter and I am blessed to call her mine
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