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Don't know whether you will like it
But let me tell you who you were to me
A face to look at, when my heart aches
A face to look for, when i'm in trouble
A hand to pat me, when i'm on cloud nine
A hand to stop me, from doing wrong
And more than anything else
A harbour for my hopes and a grave for my griefs....
I became you, without me knowing it
I peeped into your world and I saw me
But at some point, I saw my own face
Bruised and blue from ambushes
And now I know, you liked me that way..
And slowly your presence became a mere shadow
You made ...