There are many copies,
Many versions of me.
And I can’t believe a day would come,
Where I could look them in the eye,
One by one,
With pure love,
And pure gratitude.
There are many copies,
Many versions of me.
And I can’t believe a day would come,
Where I could look them in the eye,
One by one,
With pure love,
And pure gratitude.
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