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May 2015
If you keep on wondering why she smiles about little things,
Chances are, you don't know her
If you keep on doubting her ways of thinking and doing,
Chances are, you don't trust her
If you keep on questioning every inch of her being,
Chances are, you don't love her
Now, if she keeps on doing these things to you too,
Chances are, you don't have her at all
IL Mare
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