Down the road, somewhere in another world
In a white wonderland, on a marble bench
Sliding dew drops on a glass window pane
In a parallel universe, on a cliff overlooking a valley
On a park swing, hearts fluttering in the chill of a foggy night
In a galaxy far, far away on an apartment terrace underneath the stars
We should meet again, you and I
There can always be another goodbye
Another world. Another dimension.
The smell of cheese hanging in the air
The whiff of nostalgia and the whispers so crisp
The taste and the sweet melancholia
Salty lips and sleepy eyes
Dreams and smiles and melodic verses
We should meet again, you and I
You can keep asking yourself and never know why
Console yourself
Negotiate with your heart
Shush your soul
The answers are scattered
Flown away with the wind
Hiding in the sea shells, and in the clouds, and between your fingers
In the autumn winds, in the hill tops, and in the cold rain drops
We should meet again, you and I
We should meet in the sky; we should float in the air
We should talk of endless love, and our lives and the universe,
We should meet again, you and I
Butterflies and Hurricanes 
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