POEM OF THE STORY

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EVERY LITTLE THING

You're the cloud I admire
The hue that is my favorite
The shirt I wanna wear
The book I wanna read
The song I always repeat
The cure of my pain
The room for my comfort
The water for my thirst
The blanket for the cold
You mean everything to me
So I know we are meant to be
Everything to myself

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