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    Today is that day. You know, that day when we loved each other.  Not like any other day, just when we remembered to say how much. Oh, this time is so clear now that you are so close to me.  I think it was the same as the last time, all but a little more.  Don't stop, we just got started and I can't wait for the next one.  How is it these things happen when you fall over your heals again.  I just have to say that it's just no surprise to me. I went there just shortly after you did and I seem to follow you. Don't worry your pretty head about it anymore; it just can't be any other way today.  See, when you say that thing you always do, it always takes me back to that place.  How can I expect to tell you how much when I love you so, and those words are all there is. Why does it have to be just today, when it can be all of the day's.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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