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Yet I wonder if I see in your eyes
That such thoughts are no surprise
You easily see through my disguise
As if your thoughts were like spies
Lurking always behind my eyes.
I can only hope that it can be
That you sometimes think of me
And that what I see in your eyes
Is more than just my lonely surmise
Reflecting back to me from your eyes.
Architects, bricks, mortar, and sweat
Transforming another natural place
Into a modern edifice of steel and glass
Named for some dead philanthropist.
And lovers who walked quiet paths
Sit on concrete benches surrounded by
Manicured flower beds and progress.