I drift in and out,
Of meetings, of lives.
I disappear, I reappear,
Accidentally contrived.
Here, then one day gone,
Lost in the crowd, the throng.
But you get what you see,
So please, please keep your eyes on me.
The magic of reflected love
I drift in and out,
Of meetings, of lives.
I disappear, I reappear,
Accidentally contrived.
Here, then one day gone,
Lost in the crowd, the throng.
But you get what you see,
So please, please keep your eyes on me.
I’ve never taken my eyes off of you.
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