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Love is this photograph, Wrinkled and fading. I hold it in my fingers, When I want to see you. Love is the stars, Burning in the night sky. I gaze up at them, Wondering if you see them, too. Love is my memory, These images I carry. They may fade with time, But I'll always remember you.
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