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| The smile that makes me forget |
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| The gaze that makes me relieved |
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| The impression that I see so oftenly |
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| The freshness that comes with the smell |
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| ...and the behavior that makes me laugh |
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| Sometimes Myra cried... |
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| ..and I'll tend to her.. |
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| until she's asleep again |
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| sweet dream little one.. |
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| ..but from a distance, Nina peeks.. |
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| I can sense her feeling, judging from where she's standing.. |