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People that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
And have never found before,

Do you know how much you tell
In the meeting of our eyes,
How ashamed I am, and sad
To have pierced your poor disguise?

Secrets rushing without sound
Crying from your hiding places,
Let me go, I cannot bear
The sorrow of the passing faces...

(sarah teasdale)


...taken under the novı most -new bridge-...


(novı most -yeni köprü- altında çekildi.)

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