Your eyes have a beautiful flare, you always took a daring dare, you gave you life to all support. The triumph. the love, all the hard export
When you step down into the room
The blossoms, flowers, they all start to bloom
When love matters the most
The spirits, the angels, the heavanly ghosts.
Poem By: Kimberly A. Marie.
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