I pushed him away
I closed myself from his touch
And when all other distractions
Fell away like discarded logs of
Driftwood
It was only then I that could realize
He was the one who was loving me
All this time.
I pushed him away
I closed myself from his touch
And when all other distractions
Fell away like discarded logs of
Driftwood
It was only then I that could realize
He was the one who was loving me
All this time.
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