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When she rises

my sun is already high and

Always there to greet her.

She walks alongside me

With the pure smile of an angel

Yet she doesn't care

That the sodden paths

I choose to wander

aren't fit for the shoes

She likes to wear...

Yet she still walks beside me.

she's my best friend...and I love her


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