What are we to each other,
But a finger snap?
Drawing attention on a sketch pad
Careful cropping of a curve and shade
Memories reserved so to torture with later
And if not that later than a pleasant surprise
To which a fall brings it all back
To the breeze that screams "you can't stop the world a spinning"
And if by then we're too tired to map
New trails we've dreamt about
Then hand in hand until life is done
Hand in hand 'til life is done
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