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She walks by me

     in miniskirt and boots

with earphones she listens

     to a song I cannot hear

I see him walking

     a beard so black and full

looking at his cell phone

     at something I cannot see

together they are hurrying

     quickly hand in hand

looking eagerly before them

     and I know not where they go

I hear somebody calling

     a name out loud and clear

a song begins within my head

     but I know not who she is

and I stop and wonder

     that I do not know

just who they may be

     all the people that I see

each one of them a person

     each one with hopes and dreams

each one with a story that

     I simply do not know

and I know I do not see them

     and do not know who they are

and that I never wonder

     and I never try to learn

I really do not see them

     I really do not see

I really do not wonder

     I really do not care

they really are invisible

     someone I really do not see

I really do not try to see them

     and learn who they really are