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A million Annes, countless guns,

We stand unwavering, stubborn ones.

In this defined world, where nothing's fine,

Many like me perish, yet I still shine.

I study, I love, I ascend so high,

Mommy's love, her protective sigh.

I cause no harm, I long to explain,

It's not me, this unrelenting pain.

Anne, a soul so pure and bright,

With a heart of gold, a radiant light.

She loves her mommy, her dreams unfurl,

Meeting new faces in this tumultuous world.

Anne, a bird that soars in flight,

Avoids the cruel game, the blinding light.

Reserved, she is, without the fame,

In Anne's heart, love's the only claim.

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