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There are so many people invading your name.
I turn left, I turn right and you still not here.
They do NOT look like you. It's never the same.
I keep looking for you but you never there.
I close my eyes every time they say Denise.
I wonder who decided to steal it.
A mother, a daughter and even a niece.
Let me take a minute or two. Let me sit.
I want to tell them to give it back.
But that might not be right.
They have no clue that to me your name is black.
The color you see when things are out of sight.
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