A proposition

I was banished to the study room,

Where inevitably I would study,

Because that’s something I need to do,

And something I give the impression I do,

But things are not as they appear, my friend,

While I know you’re talking to the one you love,

Might you have a hand you could lend?

I miss someone, and though it be not you,

I am not yet through

And I think we could help each other

Who cares if you act like a brother?

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