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I search for eyes that cover me I seek peculiar attention from another A wink that follows a smile at me I wish for two welcoming hands The ones that are always open to me Hands that would pat and wipe I desire a vacant shoulder Be it broad or not I only just want to rest on it I want to share my bitterness I want compassion for my woes The feet to pour grief, I seek Laughter shouldn't seize with thee Fun to fun would be our stay And our confession of affection everyday I crave for a friend I may never have A companion to comfort my heart I sought for love, and have not found.