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What is her name? She’s not my friend I admire her from a distance So powerful and graceful From afar, she is perfect  
Can you imagine what it would mean Were I to follow you in the hunt? Were I to put my hollow dreams Out into the sun with a strong-willed punt.  
To touch another, oh, how I long to feel his skin against mine, if only to finally know
  Sometimes nothing holds me together, The bond is ruined straight from the seam. I look around and reach through forever,
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