How can I be so quaint.
How can you be so light.
We float on this thin breeze, nothing more than specks of light.
Why is it that you are so, so beautiful in ever way, and
so my words just are blown away.
When did I first understand,
I needed to feel the touch of your hand,
As we stride through hate and hope,
for your hand
I desperately grope,
Only to realise the wind has blown it away,
And all that remains is a speck of light in your place.
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