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PASSING BY

Passing by, you held my eye,

Now hours later I still sigh.

 

Instead of making sure we met

I'm made to live with this regret.

 

How many times on this old Earth

Is love condemned to this still-birth?

 

Love's own strangers passing by,

Left to wonder - left to sigh.

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