we were in the same space
breathing the air you breathes
hearing everything you hear
we walked passed each other
and once or twice, you looked in my direction
or I look in yours
and maybe while I was stealing glances of you
our eyes did met
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we were in the same space
breathing the air you breathes
hearing everything you hear
we walked passed each other
and once or twice, you looked in my direction
or I look in yours
and maybe while I was stealing glances of you
our eyes did met