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Come, lie close to me, before you grow cold,

Let us we two, share one space, a place where into each other, we can fold,

You know me, I will be your blanket, a shield against all,

I know you, who would the same, were it I, the same, befall,

So come, come close to me, before, you grow cold,

Let us, we two, hold on to now, until the future calls.
Does this poem make sense?  What does it mean to you?

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