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The soft gentle breeze
as I walk down this street
Not everything is as it seems
the people I meet, fade away from me

How do they live?
Do they fake a smile to all they meet
Do they rush sometimes, in search of time

Cars zooming right past me
No telling if they notice me...


Can they see




ME?





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