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And as you tell me your stories and I tell you mine
I see worlds shaping up in your milky coffee by the golden autumn.
Your hands look out for the warmth and everything seems so peaceful for
a moment because you make it so.
Your really see me while your eyes meet mine.
They cry and laugh, but they are with me.
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