This poem is based off of an old German Proverb
These three things pass away
The sound of the echo
repeating what you say
The bright rainbows colors
Fade into white light rays
and the beauty of a woman
As she nears her last days
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Amelia Rose
Born: Dec 27 2013
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Amelia Rose
Born: Dec 27 2013
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