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The least we ever did
Was hold hands so perfect
I wished you wouldn't let go.

But, you did.

This time far off my fingers' reach
Stretched off my wings and Far off from where I could see you.

There's no better way
Of saying I love you anymore.
Maybe, a long gaze and broad smile.

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