Soft wind rushing through my hair
As the trees and buildings roll by.
Oceans separate us from the world--
Two lives as one, all the world
Lost in the breeze as it flies by.
The problems of our lives
Are no longer ours, but mem’ries
Of a faraway horizon.
Yes, we must go back
In only a few short hours...
But always remember the moments
When all that matters in the world
Is you and me.
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