I know who I am,
But on pages I can never remember.
My inner voice sounds different
When it's read.
The constellations look different
When they're spread.
And I don't need to know your name
To feel the things you feel.
I fall in tune with your energies
And realize it is not mine I am feeling
You are not alone,
You don't even know I know.
But I'm always dipped somewhere
Behind the horizon, feeling each light
As if it were my own.
Your rain is a beautiful storm,
You must allow to fall.
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