Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks.
And finally we step to leave to the departure lounge of disbelief.
And I don't know where I'm going but I know it's gonna be a long time.
And I'll be leaving in the morning come to the white wine bitter sunlight.
So here's hoping we collide..
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