Lost souls seem to find there way when the path that has been traveled has your foot prints in it. Sadden hearts seem to rejoice whenever your presents is some where near. Vintage humanity journey to the land of adolescence with just the thought of you. At last, you are here and everything is at it's best. But how do I know that it's you when it's you that I can't see? How do I know that it's not just the thought of you, this time around?...Ahhh, I hear the flowers bloom and see the birds singing, therefore I know you have arrived for they are your favorite sight and they only respond to your touch.
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