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seconds linger, turn to days
as every heart beat hangs on your being.
held captive by your soul,
longing to be set free in your arms..
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to meet is more than chance it seems;
for fate has some say,
to meet here, now with you
instead of yesterday.
fate is all deciding, a wise man is he.
to chose that here and not there,
is a better place to be.
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age comes with wisdom,
or however it's supposed to be,
the more I know, the more I think,
the more I seem to see,
I find myself older,
that's the way it is for me.
soon I will be nothing,
nothing but the fading of these memories.
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