I feel like standing in the crowd, I see people passing by
I wish them to stop and stay with me for a moment
But they don’t know me; I am just a stranger,
Who is with them just for a while
I look around and smile
Color my part of the world purple and bright
They turn around; feel happy, amused and satisfied
I pass them the bubble; little hope, though fragile
Now they move again to some place, they think they belong to
Their bubble busts right behind them, all is left is just dew
I look towards the sky as it start pouring wet drops on dry
And I wave them happily, as they pass by
(I miss you, I truly do!)
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