Passing Through

You took my hand
I'm not sure when
But I feel it's warmth
Again and again

There is no place
I would rather be
It's kind of home
It's kind of me

We talked for hours
I'm not quite sure
Perhaps just moments
But hearts concur

A different place 
A different time
Who knows.. I'm glad
Your hand's in mine

If just for now
As passing through
I'm ever grateful
For knowing you

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