I saw you wandering in the crowd,
your hair cut short and eyes not proud.
Confused and hurried while searching in vain,
my heart grew sore from seeing your pain.
The second time around your eyes grazed mine.
I twitched in my sleep as I received the sign.
This wishful circle can be a strain on the heart,
when I opened my eyes I was back at the start.
your hair cut short and eyes not proud.
Confused and hurried while searching in vain,
my heart grew sore from seeing your pain.
The second time around your eyes grazed mine.
I twitched in my sleep as I received the sign.
This wishful circle can be a strain on the heart,
when I opened my eyes I was back at the start.
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