Points Pareils

All the girls and boys my age walk hand-in-hand down the lane.
All the girls and boys my age talk about their futures together.
His eyes in her eyes, and his hand in her hand,
there they go, so in love, without any fears about tomorrow.

Yes, but I, walk alone, in the street, my soul in pain.
Yes, but I, walk alone, because no one loves me.
My days are just like my nights.
No one murmurs “I love you” in my ear.

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