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Thought I: a poem I'll write
For her every day,
Though never loved was she by I
My feelings for her I'd show.
But my feelings I did hide
Was I right not to let them be shown
A friend I was to her like many
Of my love she has not known.
Never known and never will
From now until death,
It is a if that in our lives
Her and I never met.
Think I: a poem I'll write
But not every day,
To enrich my memory
Or that Im a fool, to say!
To be a fool over a girl like her
To be such Im content
For she was good and she was puire
So to be called so is a compliment.
For I am not the only one
Who by bueaty was struck when paths crossed...
Was I lucky or did I lose
Whn I never had her love to have lost?
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