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And I'm pretending not to see them,
And instead I pour the milk on them.
I open up the paper.
There's a story of an actor who had died while he was drinking.
It was no one I had heard of,
And I'm turning to the horoscope and looking for the funnies when I'm feeling someone watching me,
And so I raise my head.
There's a story of an actor looking inside like she see me.
No, she does not really see me,
Because she sees her own reflection,
And I'm trying not to notice that.

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