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| "East Meets West" | |
| East meets West His fortune read, leave it behind He packed his bags, no looking back He knew this time. North and south She looked, the empty space he left behind She knew not how, not why, not then She couldn't cry this time. Chase your destiny Leave no trace, leave no memory Another life she thinks she lived with him Leave it behind East of 8th he steps out of a shop, She thinks, he's on her mind. © 2005 Erica Rowell All rights reserve |
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