Please don't give me things
Please don't give me things
The gifts I cherish are your love,
The time you spend with me
Laughing, joking and reminiscing.
The things you give me
Will lie unused, gathering dust
In a corner of my house,
Or they will be regifted
When I visit someone else,
Or believe me, with my memory
Like a sieve these days
I might give back to you your own gift!
The best thing to do
Is ask me what I want
And you will get the reply
Your company is the only thing I want.
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