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I long for you like how the day is waiting for the night but they can never be together at once It is as if the ocean deserted the sand and just left memories to hold on to but will just remain as memories Rocks are rough and the mountains are steep but i will still hold on to the fact that bunnies are white and roses are red We'll find each other at the crossroad even if it is just a one in a million chance Hang on It is not yet our time
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
When It's Time
I long for you like how the day is waiting for the night but they can never be together at once It is as if the ocean deserted the sand and just left memories to hold on to but will just remain as memories Rocks are rough and the mountains are steep but i will still hold on to the fact that bunnies are white and roses are red We'll find each other at the crossroad even if it is just a one in a million chance Hang on It is not yet our time
christcel
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
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