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"Perfect Day"
Author: Peter Paul David
The day is perfectly alive,
It is quite light for a dive,
Perfect you can say,
Everything you wanted to stay,
Behind the tears,
Flower appears,
But for how long,
Will I be strong,
At ease you should,
Worry you should not,
For ti�ll only prolong sadness,
Behind all your blindness,
Words spoke themselves
In the blinds of a clouded mirror,
Words walked themselves
In the struggle of a carrier,
A heavenly smile from her softens even the hardest heart of stone,
A gentle touch from her could heal the open wounds In a broken heart,
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