Their fingers touched so gently
You really could not tell
The thoughts that passed between them
As if it were a spell
You may have seen them often
Strolling around the town
But now their gait is slower
At eating up the ground
Although you did not know them
They always gave a smile
And bid to you good morning
While stopping for a while
They’d sit upon a long bench
Surveying all the shops
As people rush on by them
With scarce a glance to spot
A look would passed between them
That gently seemed to say
Thank God we’ve got each other
To pass away the day
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