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The politician sits alone,
The worries of the evening have unfolded on his desk,
Midnight,
He hasn't thought clearly since ten.
Bound by the secrets he's told to keep,
He slips his hand into his jacket,
Revealing the most precious one of all,
The pen that could make the country fall.
I promise that with every minute that goes by, I will have a hold on you. There will not be a light shining that isn't shining for you. That's a promise. You are my world. Inside you, you keep my greatest fears, wishes and life. I promise to keep you going on forever. Always.
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