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It will be Mourned
When you smile,
I would love to write it into words
When you laugh,
I would love to transfer it into verse
When you frown,
I would love to absorb it and spill it on papers
When you cry,
I would love to wipe your tears and translate them into stanzas
You and yours are my muse
I will help you deal your abuse
So when we’re done with this life and gone
Our love story will be ended and mourned
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