A Lonely Melody

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My face was as blank as fresh paper, but my heart was quickly beating. 

When we parted, I was afraid it would be our final meeting. 

If you want to be friends, it's your turn to extend the next greeting. 

Please tell me the harmony I found in your presence wasn't fleeting

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