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Answers To Everything

There must be a reason,

The way I am thinking about you,

Again this morning,

And in the evening,

And in the night,

Smiling, softly,

Alone in my thoughts,

And craving,

Some sort of sign,

To make sense,

Of everything I remember,

But, what I've realized,

In the last few years is,

You don't get answers to everything,

And you are everything,

I don't have an answer for.


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