Laying her head down, I winced By the touch of her hair, I watched Closing her eyelids, I wondered: If I ever cross her mind, I prayed.
Pray tell if she’s content, I wished Pray tell if she’s not, I plead Pray tell if she’s loved me, I begged Still, that’s one thing I’d never know, I knew.
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