Do not either know or care what I think and write, It's just what my heart says, in the dead of night. It's just what forces me to come out, unafraid, Through my pen's ink, my thoughts cascade. ...
I can't say how precious you and your name are, But when I think of you, I write your name on a star. It shines brighter than the sun's glow, Guiding me through the darkest night's low. ...
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