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I call it a grace
When the whole world
Is staying alone together.
There's no more talk about
Work and weather.
You're right Infront of me.
What do you call it baby?
I call it a grace.
It's such a big world to be in
Where one can lose themselves
Without even knowing.
Then how did you end up near me?
What do you call it baby?
I call it a grace.
Oh no, you don't know me.
Call your stars
Whom I have bribed
Told them to show me.
You.
When it's light
And when it's dark.
What do you call it baby?
I call it a grace.
I wonder if you see me,
When I try to be seen,
Showing you that 'I don't care' kinda me.
I wonder why didn't you fall in love
The way it happened to me.
But when this feeling is for you
I don't regret.
Instead.
I call it a grace,
Which is just for me.
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