Isn't the truth always a surprise
You keep looking around to find
A face hidden in a crowd of lies
Until it leaps out at you
There all along but somehow
Just arriving an unknown face
Searching for your own
Stranger's countenance
Until our eyes lock
And we smile in recognition
You made it I didn't
Think you'd come
I'm exhausted my love
Please take me home
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