Daredevils do
Daredevils die
And those who dare we chide
But there are some
Who dare to still
To get the rush; to get the thrill
When I was young
When I was dumb
I dared to dare to love
Reckless, brave
I'd go too far
Too high, too fast to drop
No longer child
But now a man
I now dare still to love
Reckless, brave
I go too far
Too high, too fast to stop
And here I am
Missing she
The love I dared to drop
Oh why won't you
My distant love
Give me this one more chance
Believe, like me
That it can work
Give us one more dance
The space between us
For love, is naught
But numbers, dates, and time
The distance the same
As from A to C
The girl for whom I rhyme
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