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My smile may have faded But sometimes I feel it's too late It may never be seen as liberated. Yet there is always a second chance From the footsteps I've heard ever since I never may take a peek ahead And what it may seem to make me wince Is all just a second memory to be once again led If every hour is a different time And every second is a different matter What will it take to make this one time intersect With every minute that has made it up my ladder? Sometimes I feel like skipping each step But other times it's all just too much It may even feel like a free fall to another world So here I some with all there is to even take a clutch All there is to see and take a note of what I have read May be an understatement to which it has been locked But there's an easy timing to such greed overhead And I may not just yet want to take a key to foresee Yet here I come with all of this fantasy My smile may have faded But sometimes I feel it's too late It may never be seen as liberated. Yet there is always a second chance
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
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My smile may have faded But sometimes I feel it's too late It may never be seen as liberated. Yet there is always a second chance From the footsteps I've heard ever since I never may take a peek ahead And what it may seem to make me wince Is all just a second memory to be once again led If every hour is a different time And every second is a different matter What will it take to make this one time intersect With every minute that has made it up my ladder? Sometimes I feel like skipping each step But other times it's all just too much It may even feel like a free fall to another world So here I some with all there is to even take a clutch All there is to see and take a note of what I have read May be an understatement to which it has been locked But there's an easy timing to such greed overhead And I may not just yet want to take a key to foresee Yet here I come with all of this fantasy My smile may have faded But sometimes I feel it's too late It may never be seen as liberated. Yet there is always a second chance
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Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
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