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You slipped quietly into my mind
Like a soft breeze in April light;
Trying to make sense of the world
And the way it always makes you cry.
Love may become your watchword
If you smile when all around seems dark.
There is magic that comes from caring,
It changes the way you see others,
Understanding the pain that comes
When the soul is starved of its beauty.
You weave your web of wonder
To catch every tear and make it sparkle
In the glow of a heart that shines for all.

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