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I am the luckiest being in history
For I have found What every painter desires on canvas, What every author strives for in writing, what every being ultimately seeks in life, True Love is mine through your presence in mind, in spirit, and in body, You make me happier than I could ever be. What we have together is not real, it can't be real, it is a miracle to me, You are a miracle to me.
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