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I stand right in front of you
My eyes blurry
My cheeks wet
But you don't see

I reach out and touch your arm
Bringing my fingers down to your hand
And interwind my fingers in yours
But you don't feel

I whisper to you
My lips on your ear
Words of calmness coming from my mouth
But you don't hear

Inside my heart is a fire
Burning a strong passion
That won't go away
But you don't know