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Feb 2015
I go to bed to dream, not sleep,
And awake to live, not exist.
I befriend to care, not enjoy,
And fight to free, not conquer.
I run to catch, not flee,
And listen to empathise, not advise.
Yet of all things in my future,
And of everything I will ever do,
You I shall love to cherish,
And not for my soul to lavish.
Written by
Rado Ram
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