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I was alone.
In melancholy tone, I lived my single life. Then your face Lonely did erase. I gladly became your wife. It was simple, Like a dimple, There etched perfect and true. My heart sang. Joyfully I began To declare my love for you. You me inspire. Light my fire. Tenderly you hold my hand. Your smiling eyes me just mesmerise. The way you always understand. I'll thank God personally for you at my death. Die, saying your name with my very last breath.
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