And you glance my way,
Passing in the halls
In your ordinary day.
Your eyes meet mine
Is a day so rare,
A day so fine.
I’m nothing to you;
You look but don’t see;
You haven’t a clue...
I’m trembling inside;
So much love for you
I’m trying to hide.
You pass me by;
I’m invisible,
And I want to cry.
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