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In a world unlike no other,
We find ourselves brought together, In this world of stone and steel, Very few people can love and feel, Growing colder each passing day, To them there is no other way, Keeping their hurt and pain inside, Trying to forget the world outside, In this world we’ve found each other, Can find no way to be together, The little time that we find, We try and get a peace of mind, Wanting to hold and softly touch, This seems to be asking too much, So, we continue to dream and desire, Hiding a passion that burns like fire, We find some time to sit, to talk, Sometimes we take a walk, This is time we could spare, In this time we could share, These are things we’ll not forget, Like the first time we met, These are feelings from the heart, But the time has come for us to part.
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