Numerous people around you,
But feel the presence of none;
While the right hand waits to be clasped by the new,
Doesn't it seem that your left hand is the best one?
You can be lonely with a thousand people around you
And so can you be happy with just one special person beside you!!
But if the special ones slip away,
Every second turns out to be a hefty pay!!
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