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Is your love growing cold,
Or is it mine?
Is the feeling getting old,
After all this time?

Why does it seem you,
Don't want to try?
Why does it seem,
Our love's gonna die?

You're just waiting for
a certain time,
To shut my door,
Out of your life.

It seems all you want
is to have some fun,
I'm just hanging on
having none.

Of course Sweetheart,
I love to be with you . . .
But when we're apart,
What are we gonna do?

Crystal Murphy
12 April 1972