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If you call, I will walk across the house with quiet feet; I will kneel my voice before you and ask you what it is you please I will keep a gentle voice to keep the skin of your emotions safe I will wait until you meet my eyes with the soft fingertip-touch of your gentle gaze I will wait until you kiss my lips with the placid look of your affectionate eyes And I will ask again what is it dear that you please? |