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May 2015
You
At the end of the day,
You are on my mind.                      
When I wake up,
you're all I think about.
It'll  be the middle of the day,
when I miss you lots.
Or when I'm listening to a song,
and your name comes to mind.  
The happiness you give me
cannot be described,
for that is infinite and so hard to define.
Written by
Aashka Sanghs
499
   Rapunzoll
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