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May 2013
Second chances, stolen glances from the people passing by
                     me on the street. Strangers with blurred faces never stopping.
Never asking why. I’m
Taking chances, learning dances for songs that make lovers sigh.
                                 But they don’t need to know
the reasons as the changes in the seasons mean that I need to hurry.
But don’t you worry ‘cause I want to live to see the day I die.
My heart is pumping,
seriously jumping at the thought that I’m,
       that I am on my way and that beating in my chest
That‘s thumping, dangerously bumping let’s me know that I’m alive.
So I’ll take that chance, steal that glance because life is short and
While I’m here, I’ll play in the sun, and be with that one
Whose      smile      shames the brightest stars in the night’s sky
And eyes, those eyes inspire me to see all that there can be
As we.
Written by
Michel Buster
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