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What can I say to thee,
My most common friend
We have been together
From start, to the end
The dawn of the new year
My heart, it is glad
The 15th of april
My soul, it is sad
For nine painful long months
Your absence I miss
Longing for your return
Like a passionate kiss
For the three joyful months
Your presence abounds
I get lifted so high
I can’t touch the ground
Your lines, symetrical
You always make sense
The good news, or the bad
Your logic, it fits
I am not a fool
Just a lover of you
And I hope beyond hope
That you love me too
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