I read stories achingly sad,
So sad they turn hauntingly beautiful,
And I can't keep from smiling,
It's not a happy smile,
It's not a bitter smile,
It is a smile that says you were so sorrowful,
So mournful,
You turned beautiful,
If one day, that shall describe someone I know,
My tears will make a river,
And my smile will build the bridge.
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I listened to a song, that for some unknown reason made me smile while tears stung my eyes. It was haunting and beautiful and it made me write this. I'm not attaching the voice because then you won't ever find your version of Magnificent.
Kisses <3
Ps. The song title isn't Magnificent.
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