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ways are crossed
We shall not meet, maybe,
We different with you.
You cannot be with me,
Of course, it is truth.
But sometimes ways converge,
Our destinies are crossed:
When we meet at a concert,
When I look your poster,
When you read my letter,
When we look at stars,
And know, so better,
And big moon for us!!!
When you feel happily
Or bad, I feel too...
Sometimes ways are crossed,
Of course! It is truth?
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