Jan 29, 2005 22:01
What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now
From deep within the flow of time
But for certainty back then
We loved so many, yet hated so much
We hurt others, and we hurt ourselves
Yet even then, we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies...
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