Walking down the street
I smile at all I meet
Saying Hi! How you Doin'?
Like them shoes!
People's faces light up
Happy to be seen. To be
Recognized. To be
Admired. Oh how happy.
Inside I nearly die. I'm
Struggling on. And I'm
Hoping to get home before I
Start to cry, and I
See their faces, their
Happy faces and I
Wonder how many want to
Cry like me
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