What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiestSometimes he thinks about Bess when he’s lying with Sassy asleep in his arms at night, and it doesn’t
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