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My Friend She
My friend hurt Not her not she Tough as hide Cured in the sun Strong as the Ironwood tree Saddened by those Who she trusts Never, no way She is alive, Still full of joy Indignant true, yes Hurt no, dissapointed yes, crying, no |
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