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When you're near
I'm touching your wrist. You touched mine.
It's an acting class singing
The room with cold breezes. I have trouble
Believing the face I remember
Is yours. There is only
A smile and a book
To put together in the living room.
It makes me quiet,
Dancing in the car showroom.
I want to believe it. You're working on something
For me in the sun.