Your eyes
A forest floor
Scattered with autumn's leaves
My eyes
A vast ocean
High tide, low tide
Our hands
A focal point
Feel our pulses racing
Us
Complete connection
Drifting in our own world
Scattered with autumn's leaves
My eyes
A vast ocean
High tide, low tide
Our hands
A focal point
Feel our pulses racing
Us
Complete connection
Drifting in our own world
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