When do we meet

At the strike of midnight

When the moon's at it's crescent,

Or when the twilight soaks the light?
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Where do we meet

Lying on soft humid grass

Following the planes as they fly

Or waving to them as they pass?
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When do we meet,

Lost in a crowd of silence

Paddling among the swans,

Or somewhere timeless with

No difference?
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Where do we meet,

In the brightest lit alley in the city

Or in a hidden corner of a bookstore,

Where reality is a rarity

Where our feet defy gravity
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How do we meet?

That's the question I dread

Miles apart with a growing fear

I'm afraid you'll part instead
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Don't lose heart, I will find you,

You tell me,

Your eyes brimming with feelings

Carefully brushed hair and sincerity
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But patience is no virtue of mine

It is a vice and voice of the inside,

Since I will not venture past the line

I guess I'll repent in another lifetime.
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