It Was the Eyes, Bright with Light and Love I Assume, as She Spoke to the Person Next to Her in the Nearly Empty Carriage. On the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow, Terminal 2, in the carriage I was in, I thought I saw you. No, a girl, a young woman who looked like you. It was the eyes, bright...
On the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow, Terminal 2, in the Carriage I was in, I Thought I Saw You. No, a Girl, a Young Woman Who looked Like You. It Was the Eyes, Bright with Light and Love I Assume, as She Spoke to the Person Next to Her in the Nearly Empty Carriage.
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