You blinked? Twenty years are long gone.
But the option is worse
so I'm thankful, in verse,
to wake to each morning's new dawn.
The prologue of past is complete.
New paths open up at my feet.
The road, as is said
goes ever on up ahead
with loves to hold and friends to meet.
But the option is worse
so I'm thankful, in verse,
to wake to each morning's new dawn.
The prologue of past is complete.
New paths open up at my feet.
The road, as is said
goes ever on up ahead
with loves to hold and friends to meet.
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