Though I walk so slow,
Looking for a way to flow,
she thinks am her blessings,
waiting for the right seasoning.
Though rain, sometimes may shower,
she has never forgotten our flower,
for us, we will grow older together,
in any kind of weather.
And now, when we walk across our street,
hand in hand like stars so sweet,
she thinks,our future brighten our face with smiles,
as we walk mile after miles
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