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If you love me, tell me now, I cannot wait till then |
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Next time, next month, next year, or wait another ten (We used to plan our dreams so carefully) Put off our hearts true deeds, until another then (But for today to wait so silently) Trust not our words to ought but ink and pen it is - as fleeting as a simple blink, and when - our lives are gone it is - without a second chance, a simple end - what's done is done Waste no more of life's precious blood planning to live your dreams another day For this one moment love and sing and fast for who knows which fine day will be our last which words of wisdom can bring us back our past “a way a lone a loved a long a last” by Ronald L Conte Jr |
© Copyright 1995 by Ronald L Conte Jr
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