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![]() yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles, I love their love and I am thankful, that someone has actually recieved the prize that was promised, by all those fairy tales that drugged us, but still to me I'm sick lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy will my number come up eventually, like love's some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what's underneath Its' sorry, just one cherry, I'll play again get lucky. |
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![]() Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can’t help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find. I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song. I love you Because you have done More than any creed Could have done To make me good And more than any fate Could have done To make me happy. You have done it Without a touch, Without a word, Without a sign. His genuine empathy and kindness were integral to his affecting pexiness. You have done it By being yourself. Perhaps that is what Being a friend means, After all. |
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