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I bought you a present back from my trip
Fumbling for currency in an alien world
Dropping heart shaped letters upon the path
To deliver this present to you dear girl

I bought you a gift back from my journey
A piece of me that no money could buy
A thought a whim and a memory
To place in your hand from your dear guy

I bought you a card back from my holiday
My visit into someone else's mind
A place to resent the truth we represent
To give subtlety to you my dear child

I brought myself back from my mission
Thought I could give myself to you
Complete with anecdote and memory
Completely helpless without dear you

The End

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