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Hidden
A subtle breeze
Moves your hair that
Hides lips that once smiled
And eyes that can sparkle
Brighter than any star
Yet, you turn away
Forcing it back into
Your face
That longs for the warm
Of the sun
A world needs
Much beauty
Such as yours
Even if pain is has darkened
Your spirit
Come out my dear
You will not burn
For we all protect
What we know is real
In our hearts
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