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Mar 26
Next to you,
I might stay a little longer
Next to you,
I might talk a little more
Next to you,
I might say things, unlike before

Next to you,
the words of the crow
soften like the dove
Next to you,
my heart aches with love

Next to you,
I silently cry
for at the end of it all
Romeo and Juliet
die.
PAVANI
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PAVANI  19/F
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