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Dear wilderness, be at your best. |
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Her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress. |
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I know the rules: the weaker trees bend. |
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But make her immune |
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When your temper storms in. |
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When she gains her balance, |
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Be as still as you can be. |
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When she's climbing branches, |
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Be the feathers underneath. |
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When she regains her balance, |
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Be as steady as she needs. |
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When she trusts you blindly, |
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Be her worthy lock and key. |
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Though it goes against |
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Every grain of your sand, |
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Like turning wolves |
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Into lambs, |
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Be your best for her, |
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Your best for her. |
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When she holds her balance, |
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Be as gentle as she needs. |
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When she shines her brightest, |
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Let no dark cloud intervene. |
