She's the light,
Of her own might.
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She's the moon,
Of her parent's boon.
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Not tears, you'll find courage in her eyes,
Cause' she has a charisma that never dies!
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You don't have to praise her, as she's already a cynosure,
That shines brighter even in the inkiest night roars!
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Her eyes tells a story,
Of her magnificent glory.
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Yes she cried,
She was bashful,
But now you'll find her eyes dried,
And a new one, blissful!
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Remote from the past,
She's on a new expedition,
Doing her own recast,
Making her new definition!
🖤♡♡♡♡❤♡♡♡♡🖤