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The morning is dark.
The sun has not yet risen.
The dark is hard and painful in me.
I see only what she sees.
I wish to hold her close.
Explain the days, the hours and minutes.
But I'm forever denied.

Her heart is like a feather.
So soft, so delicate, so fine.
Precise are her affections.
Affections she might never understand.
Oh, I wish to hold her.
Run fingers through her hair.
Explain the human heart to her.

He cannot ever have her.
Not the way he expects.
Serious questions arise in my locked-away heart.
My baby sister, my little twin of joy.
Will her heart beat with his?
Will she suffer my fate?
Will she...

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