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Not Averse
Your glance is like a blessing on the broken,
Your smile a sudden grace.
And what is it your presence has awoken?
Your glance is like a blessing on the broken
I tender this in thankfulness, a token
Of what cannot be spoken face to face;
Your glance is like a blessing on the broken,
Your smile a sudden grace.