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The road is long, the days are loud,
We carry plans through every crowd,
And every heart hides what it knows,
We walk alone but never slow.
One tiny second in the squeeze,
A touch of shoulders, then with ease,
We stayed silent, no time to waste,
We simply passed, yet somehow graced.
A sea of faces, thick and fast,
We brush and then the moment passed,
What luck that one brief glance could stay,
To paint a color on my gray.
A sea of faces, thick and fast,
We brush and then the moment passed,
I never thought a crowded day,
Could hand me joy in such a way.
One tiny second in the squeeze,
A touch of shoulders, then with ease,
We stayed silent, no time to waste,
We simply passed, yet somehow graced.
A sea of faces, thick and fast,
We brush and then the moment passed,
What luck that one brief glance could stay,
To paint a color on my gray.
A sea of faces, thick and fast,
We brush and then the moment passed,
I never thought a crowded day,
Could hand me joy in such a way.