I don't know who I am
I don't know who you are
But when I touch your hand
I see shooting stars
I see ferris wheels
Curling walls of steal
And light.
The long distance calls
Over twisted wires
Some last heart felt words
Caught up on the lines
We speak through satellites
That hang like the stars at night
In the sky.

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