long ago friend...
I walk down the road to reminisce,
of days gone, days here and days to come.
It is strange of how I got to this point.
Fortuitous really.
the little hands weave fate so delicately.
Everything intertwines.
of days gone, days here and days to come.
It is strange of how I got to this point.
Fortuitous really.
the little hands weave fate so delicately.
Everything intertwines.
you've been where I have been and seen the things I have seen.
We walked down the years in separate paths,
yet ended up in the same place.
Funny how life is.
I was meant to meet you again,
If not to enjoy the company,
to find solace in a friend.
We walked down the years in separate paths,
yet ended up in the same place.
Funny how life is.
I was meant to meet you again,
If not to enjoy the company,
to find solace in a friend.
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