What am I to You?

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I try to deduce what might
You think of me,
I think day and night
Put myself in misery all the while.

I cut a lonely figure
During the night and leisure.
I imagine what ought to happen
The truth instantly has the fantasy shaken.

You're to me what no one else is,
You're to me more than treasures
And Kingdoms put together.
Maybe 'tis why I need to know-
What I am to you?

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