IF I must go to where you wait,
And love is still not there.
Should I wait a hundred year's,
To where you know I wait.
We spoke of time to often and
A place to wait, so both can come again.
Love I know that both of us will die,
To soon one will perhaps.
Before we came and afterwards, we will
Be as we again once were.
Living hand in hand and watching as,
New stars are born and die.
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