The beauty of this second is
That it won't always be here, it's leaving,
That we will never have this same moment,
Ever again, becasue it's fleeting.
Being chased away by a greater,
more special, more beautiful moment.
Isn't it beautiful, that we'll never know,
Why this second left, or where it went?
This second held between us,
Between you and between me,
The love, the sweetness, thee feeling,
We may not always see,
So cherish this moment here with me,
Cherish it, before it has to leave.
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