I don't know who you are,
Or why you walk by that road.
You make me look so longingly,
Your boots, gloves and coat.
If I could only find the courage,
To walk-up to you and ask,
What your name is you might,
Get mad.
So all I do in that part of the day,
Was wish you well in your walking way.
I feel a trace of blooming love,
Where it comes from is above.
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