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A proposition
I was banished to the study room,
Where inevitably I would study,
Because that’s something I need to do,
And something I give the impression I do,
But things are not as they appear, my friend,
While I know you’re talking to the one you love,
Might you have a hand you could lend?
I miss someone, and though it be not you,
I am not yet through
And I think we could help each other
Who cares if you act like a brother?
