
Meeting is a beautiful word
It's like love and youth
Encounter is a moving word
Like expectation and enthusiasm
We always say we meet
Just like we always say goodbye
Meet, we have been meeting
We meet the morning air and the evening tide
Meet, we have been meeting
We met the bright night and the singing of the city
Meet you, also meet myself
Meet the memory of aroma
Meet a wrinkled face
I met hands full of scars
I am a friend of the night
I often meet myself late at night
Caught off guard, like thousands of troops and horses
It's light and deep
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John Wilson
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