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I wrote a poem last night... If I woulc see you just one more time, I could be sentenced to die a happy man, for only I know the real thing that is love, It is not some materiallistic thing. It is something that cannot be spoken or expressed, It is something beyond our realm, of which we cannot comprehend It comes to us like a blink of an eye, but leaves us with the pain and suffering of Chrones disease. Yeah... |