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Chance meeting
We’ve got to start meeting like this
When autumn winds lead leaves to impossible colors
Thoughts lead to music with unlikely chords
Smiles lead to feelings long since atrophied
Inner peace becomes possible
Someone is there who knows what I think in dark rooms
What I feel in strange places
Why I know what I know
How I got the way I was and how I got out of it
There are circles within circles
I can always belong somewhere
A clearing in the forest to shelter against shadows
An eye in the hurricane that always watches over me
Gentle breezes like arms caressing me
Carrying those leaves to places they never dreamed of going
Falling to rest in comfort and tranquility

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