A Man
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There is a man—
With blue eyes
And a kind soul—
But he will always be a boy:
Always with too much to give
Always with too many insults
Always with laughs to cover tears
There is a man—
With a secret
And too much understanding—
But he was never like other men:
He never went to the tavern
He never had girls
He never gave up
There is a man—
With scarves
And scars—
But he is too good for this world:
Always here to help
Always the last to leave
Always the one to come running
There is a man—
With too much love
And somehow not enough—
And he is perfection
And he was my first friend
And he is in love with someone else.
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