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I like freedom
I like music
I like it, when the legs lead and wit gives up
I like friends
Those animals
I like it, when we stay up 4 am

I like dark
Human bustle
When an old couple holds each others hands
I like the city
I like the noise
That you hear when one leaps all five last steps at once

But I love you
That when you come at my window
When you drop the keys and they swing in the air
But I love you
When you wait at the door
I like that you were born into this very same world