she listened to countless songs,
she has sang the gustosos and con do lore
but lives alone humbly in a little town
she has gone through heart breaks
fell in love over and over again
but only through pages of words
she could hold the world tight enough with her arms
and could look back at the end of the day and say
"this is all i want.."
we might not have many stories to tell,
we might not experienced enough for happiness to dwell
but we want to savor every little things the heart has once felt.
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