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you are my everything
She sits patiently, trying to keep her face appreciative
As he crones a love song; his sincerity obvious.
He is not a great singer, but his heart is fully in it.
He loves her, and that is what matters, right?
Her face must have given something away.
“I’m not that great a singer,” he apologizes.
“You are my everything,” she assures him.
He sings the last verse with a bit more confidence.
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Caren Krutsinger
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