When I see her in a crowded place;
 The look in her eyes, I cannot replace;
 I look at her, and she at me;
 Like she accepts my love, but we cannot be;
 Sometimes I see her, and she’ll wave my way;
 Or when I meet her, she’ll just say “hey”;
 This drives me insane, for what I really hear;
 Is her simply saying “I’m still here”;
 And she’s got her man, but he doesn’t deserve;
 The bright, shining Angel, I see in her;


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