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You were my closest friend when we each found
A certain longing hid beneath our looks.
Our burning for each other did abound
Like romance tales in Golden Oaks lost books.
You were my cloud at dusk, when we parted.
You were so far away, through tears and dark.
Just like a storm, my long sorrows started.
I desired your complexion, white and stark.
You were my marble Venus: evening star,
But Twilight's mercy is this proved way:
That what at start of night seems all too far,
Is within loving grasp in blessed day.
Though now the spell on us is overthrown,
I shall be bound to you by love alone.
-Scootaloo