Because paper towels are strong and so am I

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Wherever I go
Everyone offers me some tissue papers
A fragile tissue to wipe off my tears
And as I frisk into my pockets to pull out a paper towel
I tell them
Tears, courage, strength - I bring my very own
Even a stronger version of tissue paper too

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