Non semper, sed etiam . . .

I don’t always run, but you make me feel like I do.
“Leaving already?” you ask when I thought I’d “given” enough time.

I don’t often frown, but you make me think that I do.
Smiles taste slightly different when you’re around.

I don’t work all the time, but you make me see that I do.
I guess I’ve got a little bit of learning left.

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