It’s clear to me with your clenched fist or open hand, that I can see.
But what do I call you, friend or foe?
When you come with a smile,
how do I know?
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It’s clear to me with your clenched fist or open hand, that I can see.
But what do I call you, friend or foe?
When you come with a smile,
how do I know?
Excellent job at creating tension! Fitting title also!