Changing
It occurs to me now, I never see you smiling anymore. Friends praise your humor rich, your phrases turning on a thin dime. For me your wit is honed to killing sharpness. But I never catch you simply smiling, anymore.
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It occurs to me now, I never see you smiling anymore. Friends praise your humor rich, your phrases turning on a thin dime. For me your wit is honed to killing sharpness. But I never catch you simply smiling, anymore.
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