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She sat at a distance. I wonder what she is doing?
She isn't hesitant, She is shooing away people
She is presistant, she is able
I hope she notices me, I feel weak
But to this day of the week, I feel particularly meek
She is pretty, and I feel daring
For I know, she could be snaring a trap
Or she could be caring.
Do I ask? Hey eyes are glimmering
Shimmering in this light
I hope we don't fight, It would be tight if we could talk
Oh crap! She is starting to walk! I gotta say something!
How can I say these words in a way she will like.
She is leaving! Quick Say something un-demeaning
What should I say? How shall I say?
"Hello"...