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Apr 2015
Don't ask me who I am
Or what I'm thinking
You will never understand me
Nor will I you
But what we can be together
Is something that we will know very well
Because we dreamed of this moment
All of our lives
It is not what I give to you that matters
It is what you give that is your beauty
And what you give to me now
Is why you wake up every morning
And what I think of you is not what matters
It is only that you became what you wanted to be
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   --- and Rita Jene Cooper
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