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“Keep going. You can do it! The sky said, Leaning over, so I could hear her. When things are tough, I will give you a hand, The wind whispered. I will be with you, Sang the sea of blue. Keep going. You can do it! Wrote the young rose In my soul’s pose. You have it all Inside your core! Hummed the grove of trees, amid the Earth’s grand symphony. Keep going. You can do it!”

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Book:Water Your Flowers With Love: A Collection of Poems
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