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She loves the sky,
when the black clouds are crying.
She loves the ground,
when her naked feet searching over it, for the right way.
She loves the air,
when it's dark and cold.
She loves the time,
when it went's on easily.
She loves the music,
when it tames her hate.
She loves the serenity,
when it rules her mind.
She loves the voice,
when it's gently like a dawn.
She loves the freedom,
when it's within grasp.
She loves the water,
when it's soft and like ice.
She loves the life,
because it's just one enigma.
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