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Our eyes met



our eyes met and let
me show I like to know
the one I saw, feeling that I had
to express for more or less
the sense I like to meet
finding out what made me so

now I know what we have
in common the way we think and feel
the way of incorruptible sex appeal

but it’s sad that time to meet
is short too short indeed
to explore more and more our mind and minds
and tell it mouth to mouth
because your future draws you south
so   you can’t stay
prevents the easy way
meeting face to face and hand in hand
it’s a pity it’s a shame
but here no one is to blame

so no goodbye but just farewell
all I want is you to tell
when returning any day
know just well where you can stay