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Be careful when you touch me
For if you push to hard I’ll bruise And when you speak Speak gently For my emotions I will lose And when you go to strike me Please don’t strike my face For if you strike upon me there More excuses I must make Nobody really knows The way you’ve treated me But I hope that day will come When everyone will see
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