What a timid soul am I
when strangers first I meet.
They call, “how do” and tip their hat
while walking down the street.
A thousand words I’d like to say
yet hard as I may try,
a smile, a nod, “hello” instead
and the stranger passes by.
What a timid soul am I
when strangers first I meet.
They call, “how do” and tip their hat
while walking down the street.
A thousand words I’d like to say
yet hard as I may try,
a smile, a nod, “hello” instead
and the stranger passes by.
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