Forgive them.
they don't know
they don't know about us
at all,
how we spend all this time together
speaking to each other... your hand on my cheek
you'll come home...eventually, eventually
Those long walk,
the trees make way for us
hand in hand we roam,
the mystery
and history will put down
this time we spend as apart
they'll know us... eventually, eventually
They don't know
how I kiss your face
thousand times a day
and that
I know your skin and everything
we'll tie up these loose ends and be
together....eventually eventually
A-Tulsiani
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