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I was your pretty girl,
your belloza amorada.

Our love was a hurricane,
palm trees rocking in the wind.

Too fast it gusted through
that it would not last.

But you will always be
the first man I ever loved.

You changed my life forever
and for the better.

I was transformed by your love,
made over into a confident woman.

I have become more hopeful
of the possibility of a happy ending.

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