Times spent
After all the tribulations
Not gold not diamond or plauitnum
Could ever separate me from you
I hold precious jewels
None are forgotten
My love grows
In my eyes my family glows
Segegration is not enough
As far away as could be
But the only tent I live under is my family tree.
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