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Crossing of the Paths
You may be far away from me now;
but the winds have sent their whispers
to me long, long ago
That our ways would cross
cross someday when I least hope
When I loose all hope that I will find
Waters that will feed me life
that will give me peace of mind
waters of your eyes, so still, so kind.
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I've never thought I could find happiness in the saddest eyes.
I've never thought that the saddest eyes could bleed,
the light that will free me of my fears and my selfish greed.
The ticket to freedom and love cannot be bought.
It must be carved, somwehere far away, in a land
Where our paths will cross, and we'll be hand in hand.
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Yours,
Matea.
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