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Bum Watching Over a River Though he was still, I was rushing forward, so our fleeting glance gave him only time to say he did not often meet the eyes of strangers. He had, I think, been looking into the eyes of the empty space before him -- eyes deep and beautiful, like yours -- and wishing them repeatedly good night though it was only afternoon. | ||