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Every minute that ticks by is another moment in the past. Every week that slips away from me is as if someone has answered my plea. Every month that we witness flash by in an instant Every year that so cautiously lingers brings us closer to a Mr. and Mrs. And so every tear that I cry in your absence will only glisten in your shimmering presence. I shall only remember tomorrow that each tear of joy or sorrow simply Waters our garden.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
What The Future May Hold
Every minute that ticks by is another moment in the past. Every week that slips away from me is as if someone has answered my plea. Every month that we witness flash by in an instant Every year that so cautiously lingers brings us closer to a Mr. and Mrs. And so every tear that I cry in your absence will only glisten in your shimmering presence. I shall only remember tomorrow that each tear of joy or sorrow simply Waters our garden.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
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