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The love of my life is close at hand,
she walks along my side. Making stories, creating tales, she is a source of pride. The love of my life is close at hand, she makes me laugh each day. Changing my vision of the world, inviting me to play. The love of my life is close at hand, her smile a light in dark. She is my muse, my fondest love, my one creative spark. The love of my life is close at hand, our love was meant to be. Why do I love her? Glad you asked. She is the best of me.
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