We spoke of was and when, With the man who sold the world, I spoke into his eyes, I searched for form and land, Although I wasn't there, You're face to face, I never lost control, Which came as some surprise, And all the millions here, For years and years I roamed, I thought you died alone, I laughed and shook his hand, I gazed a gazely stare, We passed upon the stair, And made my way back home, A long long time ago, He said I was his friend,

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