She
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she
wrangles the wind 'n gathers it to fill
the mainsail for the journey
wrangles the wind 'n gathers it to fill
the mainsail for the journey
her character rudders 'n steadies the ship
no matter, how the waters rage
heart like a compass,
never in question the path to pursue
the reason to sail
the reason to quest
the reason to love
pure purpose,
she
For the girl who is everything.
Happy Birthday, rags.
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