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All of the years I pressed my nose Against the glass Of your existence |
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I was certain What held us back From a union Was your resistance |
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Until one day I came to know I pressed my nose At your insistence |
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What brought me back Time and again To press my nose Was your persistence |
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That my pressing Against your glass In such a way Was your subsistence |
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And then I knew What held us back From a union Was my resistance |
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For us to be Then not to be Might be the end Of my existence |
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