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She came here on a morning's day,
Quiet and shy with eyes brown as clay,
Beginning of a journey of path unknown,
With friends now beside and a loving soul.
Days upon days, we rode on this path,
Smiling and laughing, fighting and distancing,
Dreams we shared, stories we have taled,
And now its time to fill this book,
With another ending of a magnificent new song,
She'll keep shaking this smallest heart,
But goodbye shall not be said, memory shall remain,
But This young jaded heart will keep pounding and beating,
Can you feel this? That will remain for eternity unknown.
