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I walk your steps, I breathe your air
I dive deep down in your despair
I dream your dreams and shed your tears
My blood flows through your fragile veins
I feel as you—I share your pains
I scream your screams and fight your fears
I read until the hour grows late
I read until I learn ‘our’ fate
Then close the book... you disappear
(Nove Otto: 9 lines, 8 syllables per line, rhyme scheme = aabccbddb)
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