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You're my moon,
my stars,
you're my sunrises
and sunsets.

You're the crisp
mountain air,
the first layer
of snow, and
the steady rainfall
after a humid day.

You're just everything.

Thank you
for being
Everything.

But what
am I
to you ?

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