The stranger, Augustus Roark.

 

Maybe we never met.

Across shores, or in next door;

Scents of love I never get.

Maybe we never met.

 

Maybe we didn’t know.

In huge crowds, in parties loud;

My heartbeat would never grow.

Maybe we didn’t know.

 

Maybe we never realized.

In million songs, and nights long;

No feeling I ever disguised.

Maybe we never realized.

 

Maybe we never accept.

In pulse surges, in emotional splurges.

I never did ever suspect.

Maybe we never accept.

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