Echoes

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Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand the best I can

 

And no-one calls us to move on

And no-one forces down our eyes

And no-one speaks and no-one tries

And no-one flies around the sun

 

Pink Floyd - Echoes

 

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