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There is a boy that catches my bus
Who has blue-grey eyes as clear as
The lake that
All the kids go swimming in.

He sits with his friends
He laughs a lot at the little things
And when his friends are silent
He stares out of his window.

I sit two seats behind him
And I think he is beautiful.

There is a boy who catches my bus
Who acts happy every morning
From 7am.

He sits with his friends
And gives them empty smiles
And wears long sleeves
In the middle of summer.

I sit two seats behind him and I think he is beautiful.

There is a boy who catches my bus
Who has blue-grey eyes
As empty as the lake the kids go swimming in, in winter.

He sits with his friends
And stares at his lap
And when his friends say something funny
He doesn’t laugh anymore.

I sit two seats behind him
And I think he is beautiful.

There is a boy who caught my bus
Who was found by his parents
After he had shot himself.

He wrote a letter to his friends
And told them that he loved them.
He wrote a letter to his parents
Saying sorry.

And he wrote a letter to the sad girl on the bus
Who sat two seats behind him
And told her that she was beautiful.