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Another Call

Accidentally, or not It was meant to be Life descends to tiny dot No more news for me In an open sea a sail Swings among the waves You look solid, I’m so frail In our branching ways Who’s the captain of this boat Doesn’t mean a thing Falling out of grace, afloat Now it’s time to ring Shall I hear another silence With a hope within Still it sounds like coincidence Oh it seems I’ve been In another call, remember? You could play that game Sending flowers of September Clicking at my name.

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