Passing Through
You took my hand
I'm not sure when
But I feel it's warmth
Again and again
There is no place
I would rather be
It's kind of home
It's kind of me
We talked for hours
I'm not quite sure
Perhaps just moments
But hearts concur
A different place
A different time
Who knows.. I'm glad
Your hand's in mine
If just for now
As passing through
I'm ever grateful
For knowing you
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