And if we’re ever lucky enough

we’ll meet each other again.

We’ll look into each other’s eyes

maybe only for a split second, as we pass by.

Maybe you’ll be on your phone,

and I’ll have a coffee on my right hand.

And we will cross each other indifferently

but our eyes will know.

‘cus the eyes my sweet, gentle, boy, they never lie.



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