Life keeps moving on.
Rushing forward all day long.
We haven't much time
For what we do.
So make the most of it,
It's long overdue,
This time we share,
Won't be here long.
And we both have
Other places to call.
So grab me by the hand
And run with me
Through fields of flowers
And warm mountain woods
To find someplace where
We can be together.
For it won't last long
And we must part
Having shared
A mutual Heart.
(4.26.7 The Gift)
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