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were holding hands, whispering telling secrets, often kissing watching sunsets, dreaming of waves fighting destiny, if it gets in our way opening little presents deciding, where this is going letting fate, wrap it's fingers in our past, and predict the future grasp the stars, press back time let me fall, catch me entwined hold me here, hands at your side wipe my tears, don't make me hide gently ...

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