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Literature Text
She was always such a precious child
With bright eyes
Laughing lips
And an ignorance
We all grew to envy
Over time though
Our flower began to wilt
But yet those eyes were still bright
Those lips still laughed
Up until the end
Almost a year after it happened, I finally realized that my uncle was dead.
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I'm sorry...:C