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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