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RECOGNITION: GYPSY WAY
Passing stranger,
Look at me,
Who knows I may smile,
While you stare,
As we silently move away.
It does not matter that much though,
No one does the other one know,
Still, it is nice to wish some one,
"Good day!"; "Good day!"
And perhaps we both may say,
I met a stranger who looked like me,
That day.
