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After many times, after many days,
After many perfect and not so perfect ways,
I believe in love, I believe myself,
I believe that every day is a perfect day.
Never give up hope,
Never ran away.
Make your everyday be a perfect day.
Sometimes like many of us,
I feel blue, this word I use for feeling sad,
And I open my old photo album,
Or I think about people who I known,
Like wind from the past,
I hear my great grandma's voice:
Everything will be fine.
Her blue like the sky eyes, wrinkled face, kind smile.
Almost trough years she is looking at me:
It's going to be fine!
She smiles again.
And I believe the way I believed when I was a little girl.