She may not be what she may seem inside her shell. She who always seems so happy in a crowd, whose eyes can be so private and so proud, no one's allowed to see them when they cry.
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"Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears and make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be..."
I'll be there, forever! :)
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