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I never truly thought,
In the bowels of my mind, That I could ever find, A girl like you. You are everything I stand for, Everything I adore. You are the girl of my dreams, But the girl in my waking life also. This is not just some new feeling, No, not at all. This is a new life, A wiped-clean slate, or a white-washed wall. I have not found a new girl, But a new life, I have forgotten my pastly strife, And grown into something new and learned. Through you, my dear, I can see through the rain, And talk to the stars, That for so long forgot me.
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