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My arm I extend across to you toward the other end, will you hold my hand?
My heart writes songs for you, are you going to attend?
My eyes speak to you, do you comprehend?
Forgive me, I did not intend...
To my wounds I shall tend.
You were a dream, but I was one who could not apprehend.
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