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Were I now to see you again, your arms
would not be the place I would run to.
As much as it hurts to say, it is the
truth.
Anger, Love, Longi..
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From a-ways, perhaps,
Is where things would be best left.
Afar, no
For neither heart could stand.
Afar would though, be best,
Smartest, safes..
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To love a sailor is to hate the sea
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