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My mind is blank,
My thoughts won't flow.
I'm a bit bored,
So I look out the window.
I begin a new book,
It reminds me of you.
If you ask me why,
I'll have no clue.
I guess I just want you here,
Always with me.
Or maybe just for you to be near.
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