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I' waiting for the bus to come
I'm lying on a bench
Thinking of a book I read
And wondering what it meant

I hear footsteps coming closer
It's an ordinary man
He comes up to me, shakes my hand
And asks me who I am

I'm paralysed, I can't talk or move
What could I say
And before I have the chance to think
I tell this man my name

He smiles and looks away
But I still don't know the answer to this day

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