Of You

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I met a boy,

He reminded me,

Of you,

The only difference was,

He wasn't,

And that was enough,

To pull me,

Miles away,

And to a place,

Safe from thoughts,

Of you,

But it would be pretty hard,

Because in order to do that,

I'd have to move to the moon,

But even then,

The stars would still remind me,

Of you.

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