Through The Glass

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Through the glass
I see the smiles
The beaming grins
That stretch for miles

Through the glass
I hear the jokes
At my expense
And of other folks

Through the glass
I listen for words
I don't understand
But they come in herds

Through the glass
They don't see my heart
And how it breaks
And rips apart

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