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You didn't cross the street, or say a word,

just stared at me suspiciously like some startled bird,

sure i saw you last second, but still,

i would have crossed earlier, road kill,

still the same looks, that's no good,

your beauty has long been understood,

even if i should i can't find it in me,

to leave our ending behind and make a new beginning, silly,

will he ever fly higher or will he simply glide,

when others soar high, no one else flies by his side,

alone near ground no sound to awake me,

the ones soaring higher are the ones who mistake me,

never do thank me, i glide even when i could soar,

cause i don't want to fall back to dirt like before,

fuck spoken under my words, no voice was produced,

cause i caught one glimpse, i'm again seduced.