In through the basement,
out through the alley,
all our dark places,
moved through and dwelled.
Serendipity that I found me,
serendipity that you're found.
Missing a voice, I'll trade you one.
Take care of this,
and I'll take care of you,
in through the storm door,
down through the darkness,
thought of and moved.
Serendipity I exist,
serendipity for existence.
Missing a note, I'll sing you one.
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