I saw your lips move
when i wink at you
i am thinking what's
what's in your mind
then smile blooms
and gaze at me quick
you walk away quietly
drop your pen, you pick
looking back at me, i saw
next time i will get closer
to see sparkles of you
and maybe brave enough
to say few words, i think
i will be there waiting
waiting for my train
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