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a dark place but not a room nothing but a dim light above you but i can still see your eyes crystal pedestrians talk like storm but i can still hear you the eyesight of your smile over my joke nothing but only us in the bench it took only ten minutes to share our thoughts as we spoke the same language over four years my fingers finally touch yours and i just knew there will be no thing such as 'ours'