Hey you,
Stranger in the rear-view mirror,
Wearing the same shade of
Sadness as me, in your eyes.
Just who are you,
Biting the same ruby lips,
That I am biting,
In the reflections of the pond?
Did the wind touch your hair too,
Like it did mine?
Did the Moonlight edge closer,
To kiss your skin; as did mine?
Just who are you,
Holding up the same ring finger,
Pointing at the same direction,
Where I'd hidden my dream?
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