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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2002 Feb 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.07.11.40.1862]] |
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Room sixty-three oh two- Where I met you, The boy in blue. Maybe it's the naked trees, Or the whistling wind, Yet still the sun hiding in the hills. Each person around the corner Isn't you. And every red truck near my car Isn't yours. And every couple kissing and hugging Isn't us. But here, in front of room Six three oh two Reminds me of the beginning. Because everything starts somewhere. This is our somewhere. |