She has soft sparkling eyes and cold hands.
She says, "Your hands are warm. You woke me up."
She thanks me with a smile and a wink.
What has she seen with her eyes?
Her family grow and her friends die.
She is tired and sometimes weary now, but there are moments like this butter moment when she sees me with her soft sparkling eyes and we dance.
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