Close as they may be, yet strangers but they are.
Feeling his breath next to hers, as he tries to hold on tight
The scent of her hair, the smile on his face..
Every eye contact, ever so perfect
Their paths crossed in time and space
Every eight thirty at the same carriage..
Never a word they spoke
Yet feelings have been evoked...
Every eight thirty at the same carriage..
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