Although you are all friends of mine,
And postings we exchange,
I wouldn't know you in the street,
Now doesn't that seem strange.
And postings we exchange,
I wouldn't know you in the street,
Now doesn't that seem strange.
You hold a place within my life,
Unusual and unique,
We share our ill's and special dreams,
Yet still we do not speak.
Unusual and unique,
We share our ill's and special dreams,
Yet still we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
Perhaps you picture me,
Intriguing game for us all,
For some-one we can't see.
Perhaps you picture me,
Intriguing game for us all,
For some-one we can't see.
For our friendships we possess,
We owe this place a massive debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact,
That we have never met.
We owe this place a massive debt,
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact,
That we have never met.



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