COOKIE

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  COOKIE
  You are not around anymore.
  You are not anymore found here, dear.
  True, I do miss you.
  I want you to know, I miss all the places we used to go.
  All the things we used to do, true.
  I confess, my parents see, would want me to say no.
  But, to be with you, I would say yes. 
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