I see a beautiful woman standing tall,
Not afraid to take a fall.
But she hates the world that just stood by.
And did nothing for her but make her cry.
Yet, I see the strength it gave her mind.
Now, I understand why my love for her is blind.
And though she hates...she's a part of my kind.
I love to see her smile.
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