walking down the street,

I thought of you,

and thought I was alone.

 

but I looked up and saw a man,

and as we passed I smiled:

I felt a little silly when I saw that he was blind.

 

I kept walking,

and tried to shake it off.

suddenly I thought of you again:

 

maybe that’s the reason,

when I smile at you—

you don’t smile back at me.


 

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