| CHANCE MEETING |
| Through my window Blows a springtime breeze. And the thought of her Sets my mind at ease. This dream I've had It haunts my mind, That this feeling inside, Never will find A place to rest Where I feel complete. Yet, tonight Through this window You did I meet. Bruce 5-2001 |
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