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Envy

They walk hand in hand.
From their quaint home
Till the bus stand.

Their eyes shall never part.
Either this life or the next
They will feel each other's heart.

Their hearts beat together now
Though when time will have taken it toll
They will beat together still.

They are lovers, forever entwined
In the loving embrace of love
They will never grow old to find
That they have lived with each other enough

So sees the man across the street.
And as tears roll down his cheek
Though he never know companionship
For a moment, his heart did skip a beat. 

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