The more I meet those many people,
The more I miss the one I love.
The more I hear the other voices,
The more I want to hear his.
I answer them, I'm smiling friendly,
Not trying a polite escape,
Yet, all my thoughts are far from here,
Here's almost me; there's where I am.
The more I meet those many people
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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