What Will Be - Poem by Tango Tango
What will be, will be.
The feelings seemed so real to me.
Was it only just a dream.
Even though real it did seem.
Perhaps it was not meant to be.
Just a real live, living fantasy.
We will never know it seems.
Is it doomed to be lost forever
In the unwritten pages of our dreams.
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