Every time I turn your way,
I see you quickly turn away.
How come you never speak to me?
Just look over the fence from next doors tree.
I do like you can't you tell?
Do you remember the time you fell
Down from that tree next door
And lay there hurt apon the floor?
I came to see if you were okay.
But what do you do? . . . still turn away.
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