A stolen glance He looked this way Must be my chance Must be my day I used to hate it When he did But now I know I longed for it He drew much closer My heart beats faster I told myself Yes, at last Then we met face to face In his eyes a gentle gaze He spoke these words so soft and true "Tell your friend I love her, will you?"
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