Once there was a young girl and boy
Who met at the start of summer.
The girl took care of the boy
For he was blind
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There is a feeling beat by none:
Waking up next to her, my love.
With light, on her, dawning from sun,
Her my partner for life, my dove.
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The wick that burns
forever alone without
the flame that turns
and brings in the doubt
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In my head
I act out each moment of life
As if it was a scene to a movie
And I was the director, producer, and actors
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Sometimes in order to forget
We must remember
She was
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