You Walked By
When I see you walking down the street,
I think of being with you.
When you smile as you pass me by,
It’s hard for me not to cry.
In sleep my I dream of you by my side,
But in the morning arise with a heavy sigh,
For my dream was just a lie.
I know what this feeling is,
Yet I can’t wonder;
will it ever be real?
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