Two strangers pass by chance on the street
And on a whim their glances meet
Between the patter of busy feet
Two stranger’s passing glances meet
No words are passed between the two
Their future? They don’t have a clue
Two souls connect, like me and you
No words and no future have these two
It doesn’t matter if they meet again
No swapping numbers, no passing pen
No chance for hate or bitterness then,
Two strangers glancing, never again
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