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and you my darling,
are like the trees
you look your best when
the sun hits you
and all your colors vibrate
against the world
you grow stronger
even after bad storms
you shrivel when the cold bites you
but non the less
you still push through,
making everyone awe
at the sight of your
beautiful accomplishments.

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