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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] She is made for me,
I for her certainly,
Our souls so rightly match,
From her I cannot detach.
She is my everything,
This I keep on saying,
Because her absence does mean,
My death serene!
As a compass she directs my soul,
Long ago my heart she stole!
