Looking from a far, I’m convinced it’s Cindy
The way she walks, with her long black hair
follows in the wind, It is her, she has a red dress
Just like that, I can tell it's her with my eyes close
She crossing the road, the light is green again
Cindy wait, it’s me, she on her cellelar phone
She can’t hear me, common light change please
Hey it’s a red light, can’t you see I’m crossing
Cindy wait it’s me, as I tap her shoulder, as she
Turns, to my surprise, oh my God It’s not her






This was lovely






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