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You are traveling
To the place with pansies and tulips,
On the bus
In solace..
You are seating by the window seat
Waving to strangers passing by
Gazing to Faraway land
Fluttering your hair in the wind filled with mystery
Smiling stupidly when
thinking i am by your side…
Listening to music i made to you
Picturing the art i made with you…
I am seating on the road watching you
by the window seat
Your bus zooms down the country road
That’ll take you home
And as far as i can see
And as far as my eyes can see
I won’t stop looking for you…

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