let me hold your hand
and trace the lines of your palm
look to your future
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let me hold your hand
and trace the lines of your palm
look to your future
look to your future
old age is catching up fast
make most of your time
let me hold your hand
and take you to a walk, this
world has whiles to sing...
world has whiles to sing
let us not miss this precious
moment lest tune changed
moment, lest tune changed,
will be forgotten in its
solitary songs
solitary songs
spread their incense in the air
makes loving hearts throb!
makes loving hearts throb
stranglehold on his slim neck
blood stops elsewhere too
:p
blood stops elsewhere too
neurons carry the signal up
your spine and below!
your spine and below
it the rising of the fear:
those cold butterflies
those cold butterflies
will soon fly away at the
first drizzle of rain
first drizzle of rain
mingles with the rest, wonder
which was the first drop?
which was the first drop?
Ask the womb of the scorched earth
where new life is born.
where new life is born
marching on celebrations,
death reserves its time.
Wow its 3:37 AM. And i have an exam tomorrow! :eek: *runs to bed*
death reserves its time
and who doesn't? Make best of
time as life is short.
Time as life is short
for the one bowing on stage
watch out for the hook!