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Listen to your heart |
| If it should come to be, that she could feel, the essence of my heart. Then I would love her. If I could realize, my own demise, and how much I need her. Then I could see. Illusions of my eyes, go away from my mind, my heart now speaks to me. And I adore her. It's taken much time, but now we are alive, awakened as one. Our eyes meet with glee. |
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