When new friends name old friends
Yet no connection runs through
When the spirit wakes to a faded moon
And far away friends reach out to you
The best friend calls for a day off
Nothing like movies, smokes and famous rice to whisk the dreams
Just when you decide to let go
Behold the faith the ultimate love will help you grow
Some days Alice is in Wonderland
Marching with lion and tin man
Maybe tomorrow they will becomes foes
Twisted fate, chewy pretzels
An elegant dance of attracted souls
Bow, there may never be a next show
Passing, real and beautiful
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