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She spoke of love she spoke of her father
With a classic gleam in her beady eyes
She smiled like a crescent moon
Her hair like fluffy clouds in the afternoon

She spoke of politics and astronomy
We argued and she won more often than not
There was passion in her voice, fire in her lungs
She said every sentence as graceful as a song

I’ll be damned if I ever remembered her exotic name
But her soul has remained unforgettable till this day

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