Something about this place reminds me of you.
Maybe it’s the way the breeze run its fingers through my hair,
Like you have so many times.
Maybe it’s the easy smiles that come
On easy faces, friendly and warm,
Soft and kind. Just like yours.
But the real truth is that it’s not this place.
It’s everyplace. Anyplace. Anyandeverywhere.
You follow me like the moon,
Appearing in this man’s eyes,
In that girl’s smile.
In this child’s laugh.
I could go to the ends of the earth and find you.
I would go to the ends of the earth to find you.
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