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In happiness, we're hand in hand Soothe me; bitterness is fat Thank you, my associate, in grief and song, To me alone, you belong. Daylight, for me, isn't perfect It refused to be terrific Yet, I'm blessed by an imperfection like you For you are faithful and true. I’m glad you're my friend Both in loss and gain, You help me unclench, You lift my mood as it needs.
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