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I hate going out,
You know that:
But you tugged my nose with your fingers,
And whispered in my ear:
When we are old and gray
And you force me into the bathtub
And the bubbles hide our wrinkled skin
Will reminisce about today
And tomorrow
And since that day
I found peace for:
I knew every moment with you,
Was another page,
In the story we'll share tomorrow.
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