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I want to make it anyway I can, in time

Have faith that we can’t loose, the sun shine

When I wake up I hope to see you, sometimes

You are not next to me when I awake

It’s okay, how much will - will it take

First impressions are deceiving

As we get to know eachother

The pasts starts retreating

I hope it’s you I’ll be greeting

(An Excerpt.)

- 00/00/2007