I loved a man once
Who wrote books with inscriptions
On the inside jacket for only me.
Like a secret between us,
Not only would I know
That he loved me back,
But the whole world would know
And though I knew him
For such a short time
He asked for so little in return.
For when he passed on,
He said good-bye
And left me an immeasurable gift,
He gave me another sister.
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