Book, with the cover blue,
Opens leading to its secrets,
Pages smell with an aroma so true,
It can't be keeping,
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It's emotions change on every page,
Sometimes to controlling,
Imagine yourself on every stage,
Of crying or mourning,
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Quickly clean your eyes!
Someone's coming,
Close the book with your lies,
Don't even tell someone loving,
But as one light dies,
You feel your hand drumming,
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Drumming to find the one,
One with all the power,
The power when all are gone,
You don't need a significant other.
