Though she couldn't hear,
proudly she stood,
awaiting one tear,
because she always could.
She watched my hands,
sway in the air,
i always seemed to dance,
never was i fair.
How could she,
understand pain,
as be as she,
could not obtain.
A girl who could not speak,
nor could hear,
she had teached,
for me to care.
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