Passer-by

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I wonder if we ever

Crossed paths after that day.

If you ever became a passer-by

And I didn't have the slightest idea it was you?

If you ever looked at me again

And I didn't notice it was you?

I hope not.

Because I wouldn't be able to tolerate

The fact that

I had the chance to see you

But I could not.

That'd be too bad.

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