We went in opposite directions Not knowing what to expect And wishing never to cross paths But our purest confessions was that someday we will meet again.
Round and round we go What goes around sure does come around The memories came alive, all that was buried They never rested in peace.
At the spot of our last goodbye How do we greet? Do we say welcome or nice to meet you, again? Have you come to stay or will you leave a lot unsaid?
To go in full circle To meet again Could it be fate? Or mere coincidence.
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