You know, when your life is a shadow,
And then suddenly it lights that tiny little spot,
A beautiful, perfect and shiny little spot,
That glows everything,
And the shadow turns into colors and the life itself begins to make sense.
The previous tiny spot turns into a glow that seems to be bigger than that room you call life.
She's now a star, a starry sky, in a starry night.
That, my dear friend, is what she means to me.
The beauty of life, the reason of living.
She's the life itself.
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