A train flies by
With speed and grace
As if a smile
All over the face
A plane airborn
In the sky so blue
In the silence
And beauty, too
Like day and night
Things dare to change
So quickly turned
Like an unread page
I try to keep
Hold on tight
To what I wished
I could call mine
What in the world
Am I going to do
With all this love
I have for you
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