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How far will we go? How much will we give? Where will we know to stop? We share silent thoughts Across untraveled lengths: Always revealing naught. These plans and dreams Fill our heads and days- Times stills and flies, it seems. The load is too much, For just one, alone, But together we'll have The Touch. So step with me and cross To take this one time chance, Or never know of it's gain or loss. 2009
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
Line in the Sand
How far will we go? How much will we give? Where will we know to stop? We share silent thoughts Across untraveled lengths: Always revealing naught. These plans and dreams Fill our heads and days- Times stills and flies, it seems. The load is too much, For just one, alone, But together we'll have The Touch. So step with me and cross To take this one time chance, Or never know of it's gain or loss. 2009
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
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