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Feb 2014
I was young when I met you,
In a corner is where we became two.
Cowering in fear of a new home,
But you didn't realize how much you would roam.
You became my friend in so many ways,
Always agreeing, mentally giving me praise.
I traveled far into a new place,
You remained stead at my side with grace.
We conquered my fears and shed a few tears,
You were with me through many hard years.
We always would keep each other warm,
You kept me safe in the night during storms.
When you were leaving me it hurt so much,
To see you in pain, and without a crutch.
Laying on a pillow without a sound,
It was almost the end of the round.
You said goodbye to me one last time,
I thought you would end up being fine.
I came home to find you so cold,
But you taught me a lesson which was rather bold.
I love and loved you and always will,
I hope we can sit atop a nice hill.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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