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Hello? Are you there? I miss you. This is just not fair.  The other day I found your missing shoe. But how can I be the only one to care?  The one from last summer, the one that was blue.
It was a warm summer day, And I was packing my backpack, To go home for the day, Off the beaten track.   As I looked up, And turned to leave, This bright face lit up,
The katana was a work of art; Every sword was unique. Its point could pierce a heart And allow the mute to speak.
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