You are the language I speak, the company I keep, the one I come home to, the one I hold on to. Whenever I am afraid or have something to say, you are the one I think of. A million miles we have traveled, up and down roads we have chosen, only hoping for sunshine and a place to stop and rest. Together in good times, and too many bad times, we did it all the same. And now I am alone and I have lost my familiar home, the company I keep, the language I speak, and now I have lost You and I.
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