Whether I lead with my I
Or speak of myself in the third person
I still come back to you
When you appears in
A sentence it's like
A riddle has been solved
About him and me
We who stand on the outskirts
But have a chance to look in
When you open yourself
To our sky-like shaking gaze
And see that we've been missing
The point of you perhaps
When you are all we are
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