There will never be, a thing such like this...
and will never have the time to find it.
Through the mist and wind you did,
In my heart divided.
For the time you passed, in my mind roaming,
a kiss on your chest, while our hands are holding.
Straight and never ending story,
For better for worse, till we meet His glory.
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