A thousand hearts pass mine,
none stop – yet all belong.
The city sings a nameless song,
and I follow, curious, alone.
To vanish in the crowd,
to be unseen, yet alive –
there’s freedom in not being known,
and wonder in simply arriving.
A thousand hearts pass mine,
none stop – yet all belong.
The city sings a nameless song,
and I follow, curious, alone.
To vanish in the crowd,
to be unseen, yet alive –
there’s freedom in not being known,
and wonder in simply arriving.
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