It is the beautiful things, I see in your face. It is their fault, for my state of grace. I would have you forever, if we continue at this rate. But, i'll love you today, and leave tomorrow to fate. Sometimes i really do wish that all the clocks would die. Cuz' with it comes time to go. I just can't say goodbye. But, when you finally do return, i hope you stay long. so i can hold you forever, in my arms, where you belong.Birth sign: Taurus
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