Neither she denies nor she expresses
I'm still confident that she loves me
What a Strange girl she is, whenever she meets me she keeps blushing
Sometimes nervously hides her face behind her hairs
Whenever I am nearby, she acts as innocent and completely unknown
But when I'm far away, she thinks of me
Without my permission, she stares at me
Neither she denies nor she expresses
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