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You are so lucky to have those who always cared for you you are so blessed to be brought up by those who always provided you an umbrella when it was raining you are so fortunate
  Béyonce you wish you were me, Strutting in my Luis V. You think you're as bad as can be, But hey I got my Céline with me.   Paris made, London born, Baby got that foreign form.
You built me up, up to the clouds In my throne, as I looked down At all the faces that stood below Just to keep me as your little girl. Kept me there safe and protected
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