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The chance of us meeting,
Never mind getting along.
There should be barriers between us, 
But God made us one. 

3,600 miles.
A language… culture, beliefs. 
Yet when I am with you,
My heart feels at peace. 

We don’t know why our paths crossed,
But it was meant to be this way.
And before I say goodbye,
I have one last thing to say. 
Your name four times, 
then followed by a laugh. 
Because we both know, 
we can’t sleep without that.