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The essence of true

Lingers in all-encompassing

Of your joy and

You hold my hand and

As we ensconce ourselves in our world of

Our love is all there isI touch your

Your gentleness astounds meI'm held in the honour of your

Then overnight, the wrold truns suor61

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