Time can only tell
What will be brought from this.
I keep missing you,
But you're to far away to see me cry.
When I dream
I am soaring through clouds.
Flying with these wings.
Flying like I used to,
When I was in your arms.
We have grown older
Grown a little more mature.
Yet I still feel so young
When I think of us at sixteen.
But I do dream
And I soar through
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