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My story begins with a chance encounter,
without which I would not have found her.
The moment I seen her, pastures became greener,
and I was in love.
Every detail about her, burnt into my mind,
like the way she smiled as she asked me the time.
It was nine thirty three, heaven had visited me,
and I was in love.
Her beauty, her innocence, her entire look,
the way she blushed when she dropped her book.
Like no other girl, she became my world,
and I was in love.
I returned the book that she was reading,
she thanked me and I stopped breathing.
No sweater words, had I ever heard,
and I was in love.
The touch of her hand, the smell of her hair,
I close my eyes and I am there.
No girl before, had affected me more,
and I was in love.
My story ends with a chance encounter,
the very same one with which I found her.
So ended my visit to heaven, it was nine thirty seven,
and I was in love.

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