She smiled with bright red lips
Brown eyes shrouded in darkness
Dressed for success
or perhaps just money in the bank
Legs in tights to drive you insane
A flash of chest but not cleavage
More class than most
or perhaps just a winning smile
Returning more than just a smile
Yet nothing more I am reminded
I am surrounded by her and more
but forever alone
with the girl at the train station
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