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The Observer

You hear my words 
But don’t get the meaning

You hear my jokes 
But don’t understand them

You see the surface because I allow you to see 
Never scratching below the layers of me

I sit and silently watch 
Without being observed

My earphones in 
Apparently absorbed in my world

I see... I watch all the time because 
I can tell by watching if you are evil, good or worth knowing

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