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I can walk across campus
And nobody smiles
Maybe they’re lonely?
Maybe they’re tired?
Fifty thousands faces
With lips in hard lines
Jaws set in place and
Those thousand yard eyes.
Nineteen or twenty
But bitter and cold
“How many androids
Can one campus hold”
Its a fine day out
Seventy degrees
Pleasantly overcast
lovely, lush, breeze
Guess I’m hardly a bastion
Of childish glee
But when I crack a grin
No one’s smiling at me.