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My Time Has Come

I'm afraid I must go, I'm sorry to say 

It's come my time, as will yours someday 

But one last word before I leave 

Your hands may be the best, I believe

So take my heart, it is yours to hold

Your soul is pure, and your heart is gold

And I love you for every mistake that you make

I hope someday I'll be yours to take

But my heart is heavy, so you need to be strong

I promise, wherever you go, you'll always belong

You precious being, I have no words to describe

The beauty within you that you try to hide

From now til the end, my soul will be free

Just promise when your time comes, you'll find me.

◄ Highs and Lows

Fool's Wisdom ►

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