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Mar 2012
You're the light in the morning,
the stars at night;
the first person I look for,
and the person I can never find;
you left me here, and I thought I was happy,
but saying I'm happy isn't quite right;
you are my other half, in a funny sort of way,
which makes you always on my mind
nearly night and day.
Ryan B
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Ryan B
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