Faces

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The faces rushing by

Look more beautiful than a dream


As the faces they rush on by

They're soon lost amongst the crowd


And the faces rushing by

They can not speak or hear my thoughts


And the faces rushing by

Are soon lost before I talk


Some more faces rush on by

Yes, they are old, but some are young


Some more faces rushing by

Can not hold their masks for long


I see their pain, I see their joy

I see their laughter as they flee


Yet not one face, will look at me

As I sit here beneath my tree


All alone in sea of faces

Just too busy to be free.

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