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I could spend a decade with you, Dear,
And never grow weary of your presence.
The words we say are never enough,
// they leave me aching for more.
Your laughter touches my soul,
And caresses my face with joy.
And some days, I wish I had never met you,
So I could live my life in blissful ignorance,
Never feeling the lament for more of you.
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