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You're the closest star

That I'll ever see;

No distance's too far

What this heart can't reach



You're a miracle,

My cradle of hope

The world is broken,

Yet your smile restores



I wish you could see,

How my heart sees you,

So you won't ask why;

Why my heart loves you.






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