As I walk through this town
I follow our footsteps
the imprint we left here
in each other’s heart,
one night
your eyes that wrote
poetry into mine
your hand that touched
and lightly stroke my arm
We spoke a language
deeper than our words
a language we still speak
And although I lived
in hell back then
that night I was in heaven
with you
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