Walk On By
Some people are made to look upon the brass
ring behind a plate glass window and dream
as they walk on by along a life
of contemplated mediocrity
I was cursed
Where once it was chrystal clear
and I had only to reach out and grab it
But I stepped back to take it all in
only to see my own reflection
ring behind a plate glass window and dream
as they walk on by along a life
of contemplated mediocrity
I was cursed
Where once it was chrystal clear
and I had only to reach out and grab it
But I stepped back to take it all in
only to see my own reflection
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