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I know you wouldn't deter,
I will accept every punishment I deserve,
But know that in your eyes the rivers that cascade,
Of pain, of hurt, of love,
I could augment over a hundred times,
But of course rivers that they are,
Only forward do they progress,
Twisted, turned, and cut,
By obstacles overbearing,
But they continue to advance,
As powerful and pristine,
As you.

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