Forget Me
Empty stares
pass us as we move.
We are there and then we go,
and they look right on through.
Passing on in a daze,
a single gaze is all we need to fall on through
the cracks in the streets,
which have been left empty,
like the mind of every child
that passes your stare.
Then once more we forget the face we have seen,
never knowing once who they are,
or what they may mean.
pass us as we move.
We are there and then we go,
and they look right on through.
Passing on in a daze,
a single gaze is all we need to fall on through
the cracks in the streets,
which have been left empty,
like the mind of every child
that passes your stare.
Then once more we forget the face we have seen,
never knowing once who they are,
or what they may mean.
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