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Tired.
'Love,' I whisper.
'Time's not on our side.
Each second flies.'
I'm remembering the way you smile;
How fast the daylight dies.
'How would you feel
If I left
My head
With
You?
Just for a little while,
Just while I shut my eyes.'
'Time's not on our side.
Each second flies.'
I'm remembering the way you smile;
How fast the daylight dies.
'How would you feel
If I left
My head
With
You?
Just for a little while,
Just while I shut my eyes.'
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