UNKNOWN

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With you, I knew no pangs,
Your presence gave shades to my pains,
A home you were to me,
For you were my greatest treasure.

But you left anyway, took away all lights,
And now...
I have to do the utmost,
Be my light,
OR,
Paint a light.

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