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    when we die do we know,
    when i lie does it show.
    when i love you can you tell
    when you took my heart i fell.
    all these feelings i wont let show
    when you love me let me know.
    when i lie awake at night
    i think about your arms around me
    when you lie there sleepless too,
    i wonder if its me you see.
    so when you love me
    try not to let it slip away
    and i will wait here patiently
    until that blissful day.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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