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It’s the little things which let you down,

Hurting the littlest parts of your soul,

It’s the little things which uplift you too,

Flaming the littlest parts of you.

How little is the time we know some people,

Little is our existence in their life too,

Little is not what they are for you,

Little is not the time it takes for you to forget them too.

How the little gathers up to become so much,

So much to handle for a little heart,

Little must be magic too,

Lighting up the life a little much.


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