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The words,
How they dance,
And what a story,
They weave.
Of tragedies,
Hopes,
Fears,
Love,
Life,
and Death.
I am searching
for my soul.
I will cry,
When I am sad.
Laugh,
When I'm happy,
Smile,
When that feeling
Of warmth,
Touches deep inside.
I can look,
I can see,
I can feel,
Who am I?
What will I be?
What will today hold?
Laugher.
Tears.
Life.
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