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Til Time Stands Still
It was a beautiful story,
I wish it was my own.
It makes me think of you,
so every now and then
I turn it on.
Was the first song we danced to,
it made us fall in love.
Now every time it plays
I see your face,
you’re all I think of.
Why does it seem true loves
are always kept apart?
Is it cruel fate,
a form of bait
that’s used to crush the he...
Friday 23rd February 2024 1:37 am
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