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Why do I get all thee visions,
of you and me together?
Why can't I make these decisions,
or can't you make them either?
I am at peace with the whole world.
Peace is not mine for my own.
Why is my sense of love so curled
My heart, no longer is stone.
But the one thing I am sure of,
is my endless love of thee.
So I write this poem of love,
for you, my love, Ameri.
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