Walking down again
Through the same lane
Just like the previous day
As the leaves on the trees swayed.
Its different though this time
For the cool breeze plays with her hair
Urging him to tuck those strands back
Her scent was omnipresent
Her blush bright pink
Its the same lane
Yet seemed so different this time
For they found each other
And the road showed a new path
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