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While I was standing in line for coffee,
Your eyes attracted mine,
Every time I tried to see you secretely,
My eyes meet yours,
Then both of them shy away.
You Departed before me,
Lost in the crowd,
How many love stories die before it starts,
out of the silent shyness?
Could it be you that I saw standing in front of me?
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