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Oh my beauty,
how could it be;
It be so lucky,
that I get to be with thee.

That I get to rise,
to a sunrise everyday;
everyday seeing your smiil,
no accurate description to say.

And to kiss an angel,
from the stars above;
the stars above have nothing on,
my world,
that is now filled with so much love.

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