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In my 'book', you're not an aspiring writer anymore. This is because once someone falls in love with your work, you are a true writer. P.S. I have fallen in love with your work.
O Heavenly the dayWhen two lives join now as oneWhether sweeping steeple overcastsOr a jolly judge presidesThere is something simpleSomething cleanAbout this monumental dayA look of joy on a smiling face