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Rhythmic clockwork they all walk,
awkward glances made at unfamiliar faces.
The mood is dismal,
but not for long.
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Walking To Class

Rhythmic clockwork they all walk,
awkward glances made at unfamiliar faces.
The mood is dismal,
but not for long.
The young woman smiled and they all smiled back.

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