Time will still move whether you will it to or not
When I close my ever to this paradox. I get away and dream of you. Take flight on the window, wishing you were here. Fading lights, like a star whose life's been taken away. I'll fly across the sky and leave it all behind. 
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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