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She
Not really happy, not really sad
She does not mean to make me mad
She thought I would not notice
When she comes and goes at night
Escaping and hiding from my sight
There's nothing she wants to miss.
Just like a child she believes
It's right to do it that way -
But more games I will not play
Until me she undeceives.
Lise de Noyer
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