four days and three nights–
i've spent so long thinking about who she really was;
not a name, not a place –
i have no clue where she could be found.
four days and three nights–
i've been playing the same scene in my mind;
the lady who passed by me that very night,
without a curtsey, without a smile–
she had no idea who i was.
four days–
i've been wondering why,
three nights–
she looked my way and just blinked her eyes.
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