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You were like the dead of the night, quiet and reserved.
I broke you out of your shell somehow and you became fireworks.

No one else knows this.
No one else was there to watch it happen.
It was just you and I.

You are fireworks that even the luckiest people in the world will never see.
Thank you for letting me in.
Thank you for letting me see.

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