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Sometimes I ask my beloved
to tell me what's so special
on the little person
that I am
and then she smiles
just to let me know
that even I
can love sweet and tender
Follow up:
but even so
this makes me happy
I always think
of a sweet old angel
who ones has broken my heart
in a time
far,far away from now
I live in memories
I think in memories
and I'll die in memories
but these now only
for a real angel
in my loving heart



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