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When I ask you to join me
it's not lightly.
When you refuse and disagree,
the star that lights the world
dims. Reality needs joined hands.
You have to tell your tales
of things I haven't seen or
I will die in the shallows
of my senses.
Love is the certification you are a builder,
pass particles of the earth
from eye to mind.
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