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You are my gem, Sierra tall, Sierra fair,
Bejeweled with sparkling eyes and golden hair. A smile touched you with its grace to spread its peace upon your face. I did not hold vigil at your birth No infant giggles brought me mirth. You grew past childhood before I knew you, But surprising love came to me through you. Thanks to you, Sierra tall, Sierra fair. You have blessed me with this friendship rare.
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