I
look at you
Walking
on the pavement
You
are in a hurry
Holding
your umbrella
In
the hot sun
On
a Sunday afternoon
I
stand at the shade
Of
the bus stop in the city
You
walk near to me
I
can smell your perfume
You
drown me in it
As
I see your eyes looking at me
There
is a quick smile
It
makes your whole face beautiful
The
bright eyes shining
On
a Sunday afternoon
I
know it isn't of me
There
is a man in suit
Walking
straight to her
When
she leaves the bus stop
I
still can smell her perfume
And
her beautiful face when she smiles
Eyes
shining bright
I
am just a bystander
Waiting
for my bus
At
the bus stop in the city
I
look at you
Walking
on the pavement
You
are in a hurry
Holding
your umbrella
On
a Sunday afternoon
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