Still

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Was it fate
That made us meet?
I think now
About how we met
I didn't think much
Of you then
And then you were there
More and more
You were there
And suddenly
You were everywhere I looked
In my thoughts
In my heart
In every breath I took
And you still don't think much
Of me

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