What if we meet up again in passing
On the day before all the other days
Or on the night after all
The other nights
I know I know you
Give me a minute
But you say your name
Yes now it's all
Coming back to me
Pictures of you still hang
In Florence so many
Variations of your face
The empty slate of love
Let it be all my pleasure
To finally meet
The real woman
Behind it all
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