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When two become one, meeting at another level. |
| Old farm truck Making its way down the dirt road Kicking up clouds of dust and muck That lift and fall on the heated wind Past a crossroads, where she stands, steadfast, In waiting Stopping, reversing, back to that point and time Not sure if he saw her, the dust blows past This is the one, he looks for a sign He has met her before, in many dreams This time was real, this time was now This time more than just visions it seems This time souls met. |
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