I stand alone in a crowded street
Invisible to all I see and meet
I stand like straw in a field of wheat
I see the happiness in your eyes and
something deep inside me dies My jealousy does arise
because I am not the one that brought sunshine to your skies
Singled out in the crowds
The maddening throng enshrouds
Standing my ground with an amazing feat
I am straw in a field of wheat
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