Such a mysterious boy sitting there,
With a book in his hand and a pen in his hair.
He possesses such a captivating stare,
That makes my soul seem bare.
What are the things he thinks?
What makes his spirit sink?
Will he be gone when I blink?
He's still there and I give him a wink.
Sitting there so quiet amazes me.
How silent this mysterious boy can be.
What'll happen when the clock strikes three?
Is he more than what my eye can see?
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