History,
A history of sadness can easily turn to gladness,
With the touch of a hand, a smile, a glance.
I dare not speak,
I must hold my tongue,
For if I speak- All will be undone.
Do I stay, do I go,
For that is the sadness I show.
I see my reflection in you,
You are the man of me.
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History, A history of sadness can easily turn to gladness, With the touch of a hand, a smile, a glance. I dare not speak, I must hold my tongue, For if I speak- All will be undone. Do I stay, do I go, For that is the sadness I show. I see my reflection in you, You are the man of me.