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The clouds of a winter followed me in the spring,

away from home, across the big Indian sea,

staring in despair at the wallpaper in the room,

feeling like a prisoner - with a mellow mood,

living in a place where all I see is difference,

2 seasons more, looks like we doubled our existence.

Oblivious, and left alone,

I felt like my cold heart needed to turn warm,

until I matched the strangest mirror of myself,

thought I was alone, but there's always someone else,

now to a smoothing music we dance at a slow rhythm, 

then the pace goes fast and drums get in too.

Living life like it's a book,

flip a new page, singing life's hook,

our interests related and compared like two equal sounds,

I talked, you talked, and I could understand thou...

a new connection was born,

and we both walk heading to our different bournes.