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MY GIFT
I come to you to offer you my world;
Hold out with eager hands all I can give:
My thoughts, mysIIiiles and tears, my lazy dreams
Of windy beaches and running through warm rain.
I take you by the hand to walk the paths .
Where I have wandered, finding my own way.
And sitting in the glow of evening sun
I ask you to acknowledge this my gift.
A word is all I need; I dare not hope
For you to make a similar return
Because you will not, cannot share with me.
You smile, but you will never understand.
You crush my tender gift and never know
The world I gave now lies in emptiness.
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