Wand’ring eyes do catch my glance,
then dart away under your smile.
Why do you gaze and wonder,
then turn as our eyes meet?
Oh, girlish grin of innocence,
why do you beckon me so?
I wander through weary gardens,
and you always catch my eyes
with flowing strands of life aglow,
renewing such childish thoughts.
You search for your dreams in these crowds,
and you may look all that you want,
for you will be so amazed
to find these dreams lie in your heart.
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