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A goodnight text every night,

but for when you’re near.

A morning poem at first light,

to let you know I care.

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Time between visions’ seen,

of when we did last meet.

When we greet the feeling’s serene,

and my day’s all the more sweet.

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And time’s now soon,

to enjoy the days delight.

Till we kiss beneath the moon,

followed by a text goodnight.

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