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You turn away from my embrace
And when I ask, you say nothing is wrong
But I know that is not the case
For I can see
Rejection written on your face
Plain as day.
Have I fallen from grace
In your eyes
Because I want to move at a steady pace?
What can I do to make you see
Here with me is your place?





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