'Alone, alone, all. all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea! '
I don't remember the name of the story
But I remember the line
I never thought I'll be like that old man
While I was walking through the Park St.
I saw many people laughing, cheering
I wish I could like them
I wish I could hold your hand
Dear Mona!
Sit in a corner table of Gloria Jeans
Sip in my cappuccino
And just listen what you are saying.
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