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There was an old house on my way,
A cat sat watching every day.
I passed that window, came and went,
And saw her there — our eyes both met.

A funny look we seemed to share,
I'd pause a moment, standing there.
I'd answer with a glance, and then
Succumb to her quiet charm again.

It felt just like the kindest sign—
To trade a look from time to time,
So easy there beside the street,
With someone else's cat I'd meet.

But then the old house met its end,
No trace of cat or home, my friend.
A parking lot, a dog on guard,
Security keeps watch so hard.

And still, each time, it comes to me—
That thing I met there, passing by.
No house remains, no cat to see,
But still that unseen look won't die.

So too your unseen look returns,
And with me, day by day, it burns!

So too your unseen look returns,
And with me, day by day, it burns!

So too your unseen look returns,
And with me, day by day, it burns!


So too your unseen look returns,
And with me, day by day, it burns!