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You are a flower,swaying to the breeze.
You are a bird,singing in the trees.
You are the sun,shining brightly in the sky.
You are the sky,creating colour after colour as the day goes on.
You are a book,creating images in my head.
You are my life.
And I couldn't imagine it any other way.
I apologise Mia for the rubbish thing you have just read.
Short,but sweet.(and crap.)
xx Cupcake (i tried.)
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