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I met a old friend, of mine today The look she gave, had much to say About the way, things should have been... And as we walked, she took my hand I felt so free, as I should... as a man And I knew the way things had to be. The look she gave, had set me free And as I turned, to speak my love She looked away, and and spoke these words "As we walked, your hand in mine I became you. In you there is no time And with each breath I took, so empty I became I don't understand, but somehow we're the same" Then she turned, her eyes met mine There were no words, we had become mutually divine.
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