The hand extended does not touch
For want to draw her near
Age has drowned her in the flood
Of life's surrounding fear
Amid the bustle of the crowd
He lingers in his glance
Too far to notice blind she be
If only just by chance
A melancholy look appears
For once they were as one
In passing, now, the glare too bright
A blur in the noonday sun
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