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If you believe you can achieve, you'll never grieve the things that leaves, for we are leaves in the blowing heaves, of hurricanes they deceive, but we will always believe.

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Letting you go.

When the sun shines, and the moon glistens, I talk to you. I hear the planes up ahead and wonder if it's you. I stay up all night, just because maybe one day you'll call text, email or just appear. But the day's end, summer comes and they grow longer. I wait more and I plead God to grant me this wish. Please, please, grant me my Mother. But day after day, family sways, nobody calls and i think its...

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