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Time will pass, through the cracks and out your hands,
despite the will of any man, the sands will fall, for us all
So live in haste, you must grasp at every chance, find love don’t let it pass,
for another man to find your chance

We must follow or be left out in the cold
and I would rather hurt, hurt one thousand times,
than regret leaving you behind

So as the years pass and our bodies line and wear,
I have faith that you’ll be there, as the winds rage at our door

And I just hope that your heart still beats the same and your tongue still speaks my name without remorse.

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