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it was

always you

that I want

that I think I need

that I look for

that I pray for

that I wish

to the stars

that I whisper

to the breeze

that flowed through my art

filling every little part

that showed in my words

conquering my simple world

that I wish I did not see

that I wish I did not hear

but if that I did not feel

where else will I be

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