The road is like the sea
If you don’t have a corse set
Who knows where you’ll be
That’s why I fret
For one day you’ll want to see
Then you’ll forget
And we will never be
So is it sand that our names are set
Or is our story in the stars for all to see?
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
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