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The Hardest Thing She isn't mine And I've been told, Guard my yearning And do what's right… Contain my urge To touch and hold. But when she moves Within my sight I gaze in awe, I sigh and then Stop short of stare, (and not mistook), When coast is clear I glance again. The hardest thing Is not to look. |
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