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May 2014
My friends I did not want to be,
With you, I needed, here with me.

The words I said, misunderstood,
I'd take them back, I wish I could.

We can't get up without a fall,
Maybe we will, by autumn call.

Bookmark in place, I bid ado.
With these last three words, I love you.
Isaac
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Isaac  Canadia
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