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By Beth aka Anonymous

I keep walking Thinking any minute now I'll turn around And he'll be there somehow I keep staring At the boy in the queue I'm not quite sure But he looks like you I keep hearing The footsteps behind I look back But they're in my mind I'm nearly there I couldn't think how to end this one, so I've left it as it is.

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