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You and I.

You and I could have our own world

Colors and lights being swirled

Stars being tipped and twirled

Forever around our heads

Or under our treads

We’d travel instead

To places not said

It would always feel right

We’d stay up all night

To dance in the moonlight

There’d be no end in sight

We’d have a treasure no one could plunder

We’d have a love no one could sunder

If only you weren’t six feet under.

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