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We tend to reach for one another’s care
While by ourselves we grow recluse and cold.
We complement, though compliments are rare
And never do we let our hearts unfold.
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We tend to reach for one another’s care
While by ourselves we grow recluse and cold.
We complement, though compliments are rare
And never do we let our hearts unfold.