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She asks me how my day was

And when I start to say

She’s immediately distracted

And continues on her way.

She asks me for my opinion

About the news, a place, a song

And when I tell her what I think

She responds with that I’m wrong.

So don’t be surprised if I’m quiet

And do not think me unkind

I’ve a feeling you won’t be interested

In what’s going on in my mind.