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I see you walking before me

    somehow happily, but other times sadly

    I look for a hint of happiness

    Or a wisp of gladness

    But I don't see it, don't know it, or can't realize it.



    I see you looking at me

    Somewhat delightfully, but mostly reluctantly

    I look at you too and manage a smile

    And you smile back, subtly

    But I'm not convinced, not delighted, nor satisfied.  



    Your sandaled feet, they walk on the floor

    But somehow I feel them on my heart

    They tread softly at times, but quite often they trample

    And trample, and trample.  



    If you will go away from me

    Sometime tomorrow, or even today

    At least leave a note on my soul

    That I've tried, you've tried, and no one's a sinner

    And we will remember each other fondly and sadly

    But mostly sadly, probably.