Some day there is a future bright
For you and me out of sight
In the blue skies
We can both fly right
Our minds have met
New thoughts we've kept
Tears hidden safely unwept
Sins under the carpet swept
To meet in person
Is surely treason
In this or any season
Life is now just an intrusion
Once though
When our souls will soar
You will hear our hearts roar
There will be so much uproar
And then will be want no more
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