Now you know,
How I feel,
And so you make,
My broken heart heal.
I feel warmth,
In your embrace.
When you touch me,
It makes my heart race.
For it is your smile,
That makes me try,
And when you leave,
I feel like I might cry.
When I look,
In your eyes,
I see happiness,
Not despise.
For it is you,
Who makes me smile,
And you know,
It lasts a long while.
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