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Think of Me

To save you pains,

Pain I must endure.

So our friendship remains,

My heart contains war.

I love you so.

You own my soul.

Though I lay low,

I am a fool.

For have you I cannot,

And if my feelings be known,

That which I have sought,

Our binds be unsown.

My love will always be,

So please think of me.

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