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As soon as I first laid my eyes on you,
I felt something I have not felt since then. People think that I am not very new, But their opinions are worth a dead hen. As soon as you left my longing vision, I could feel my self just looking sadden. I hope our relation will not fission, I cannot stand not seeing you again. I do hope to bring you a good present, As I readily looked in my wallet. I looked for a thing nice that could be sent, I wanted a thing that you would have let. You know that holding you is my best aim, Because you know that life is just a game.
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