She comes from the land where love is something you breathe
Gold is pure, but not as sweet
The Root of the family left gently on a craft
She sailed away to the sea
In her absence, the Universe stands, empty
Put on a smile and keep your hopes high
A fresh branch just fell from the sky
Shouts and cheers at the foot of the tree
Some say that happiness was born in the fall for a reason
I say that Zyra by herself is the joy of the season
©Jajjazz
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