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I met an 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 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.