Short poem - Of all that

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Why did I never tell you of
All the poetry I wrote for you
All the art I painted for you
All the nights I spent thinking about you
All the days I spent dreaming of you
All the fantasies I imagined about you
All the stories I wrote on you
All the prayers I made for you
All the wishes I spent on you
All the tears the eyes shed for you
All the smiles the lips formed for you
And of all that I did for you.

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