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I love you. Every one of you.
And as a gift, I will now write a poem for you. I am a terrible poet. Please forgive me.
*clears throat*
The withered light hath faded away,
All hope and joy, too.
But spring, like all doth come again,
And bloom our faith anew.
Our happiness will spread among
Our friends and foes alike,
And this was one terrible poem.
I can't do poems. SIKE!
Ew. That was crap.