You are our other world.Our world of makebelieve,were we can loose ourselves in the crowds and pretend that nothing else exists. You in your role and I in mine.Wishing, pretending, dreaming, acting out our special play until the last curtain falls. Experiencing every moment with such intensity because it will never be there again. The bus rolls on down the Strand, and we run, and spring, and a cockney voice calls ‘hold on ducks’.
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