a Sunday afternoon in a forest wide
yet small
where silence sets the pace not
a birds call, our trails don't match
at all
we live different lives, we have
different styles, we don't talk with
thoughts being, hers or mine
our trails don't match, we don't care
for love, we only met, no more than
that
it is not in us to love, we don't have
much, not the touch, we're strangers
we only met
we'll be like that ev'ry day that comes
to pass, 'cause our trails don't match
no sound ever the same
no thoughts alike, we're just partners
in somethin' we both like, a dance
routine
strings us together, makes us cling
for a while, it don't last, 'cause our
trails don't match
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