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I imagine myself walking oneday down the street
You are there... somewhere in the crowd
Waiting for somebody you're supposed to meet
I try to hear your voice, but the music in my ears is too lowd
I see you clearly now...but you don't see me,
I notice you have aged, but aging suits you well,
Feelings rush trough my veins as I follow your moves with my eyes,
Memories come to me as I get closer and sense your smell.
Would you even recognize me if you turned around?
Or would I even awake the smallest feeling in you?
I shake my head and look down to the ground,
Tears falling from my eyes as their gray turns blue.
Maybe it wouldn't have worked anyway,
So said the fox who couldn't taste the grapes,
If it was meant to be, we still have time... just stay!
If not, you would be the one that got away.
I wonder as we stay here front to back,
Were you actually waiting for me to be your last?
But you start walking and I lose track,
Of what is real and what was just a dream,
And confuse the present with my past.
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