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Glass

looking through the glass
seeing in your eyes
longing to touch you
hand to hand
a pane of glass between us
keeping us apart
saying the words that we both don't want to hear
I must say them
the one last good-bye
walking away
putting you and the glass behind me
cause your in a world where I don't belong
but sadly you do now




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