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Oct 30
Oh that was it
I think I saw it
Right there as you looked down at me
Your eyes were shining
And maybe it was just love lighting you up

But for a moment they seemed to glimmer
With a future made of glass
So breakable
Or maybe it was a sprout
Too delicate to touch yet

So fragile, I can't even say it here
Even though you will never see it
One where tomorrow stretches far into the distance
One where you are so present I forget to be grateful sometimes
Where good nights and goodbyes don't mean the same thing

And that is as close as I can get to the flame
That right now will burn me if I reach for it
So I will wait until it's all more sure
And for now, live off of the heat and light
From just that one little look
Written by
Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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