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She is mine

She might be naive, There’s something she might lack, But one thing she’s not, A burden on your back. She might not be perfect, She might not be ideal, But standing on her own feet, She will take on the world. For she is mine I will let her live Let her dream Let her fly high.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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