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Would I be happy were I free
Instead of being blue
Because you’re now a part of me,
But I’m not part of you?
We seem to be a perfect pair—
I finish what you say,
I dress to match the clothes you wear,
And ask about your day.
You have so many thoughts to share
And stories to recite;
You awe me with your savoir faire,
Beguile me through the night.
Our music tastes are quite the same;
We often vote alike;
I hate the authors you think lame;
And love to ride your bike.
You sometimes call when you’ll be late,
But sometimes you forget;
You seem untroubled by my wait,
Evincing no regret.
You seem to have some other friends
Whom I have yet to meet;
I have a list of odds and ends
You never can complete.
I’ve learned to like the things you do—
That’s something you’ve not done;
Why can’t you try out something new,
Because I’d find it fun?
Would I be happy were I free
Instead of being blue
Because you’re now a part of me,
But I’m not part of you?
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