If I were a person who was strong and wise and bold, hair that waves in the wind and a heart of gold, you would see me, you would, from far away places. You'd follow my shine, follow it far, through millions of faces. You'd find me, you would, search me out, hug me, hold me. You would love me, me only, and in my eyes you would see that I would equally love you as much and I would always let you know and never let you go.
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