I am walking to a garden of flowers,
Until that moment we were just strangers.
I don't know you at all,
We bumped with each other and become friends at the Mall.
We separate ways,
Bringing a wide smile in our faces,
Then I saw you again thinking something little,
I approach you and it's the start of a good feeling.
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