A thousand years, a thousand fears, a thousand tears we shed for each other, like a moth to flame, a deadly game, lost children looking for their mother, and when hearts sing, the music brings magic like no other, the winter cold, no hands to hold, the summer brief and sunny, and in the mornings, pressed close to you, cherished moments, tender, loving, funny, we danced, we laughed, we flew, we grew, we dared, we cared more than any soul could know or reason, the light so bright, the fit so right for a hundred precious seasons, the moth, the flame, the dance the same, then broken wings and treasured things in pieces all around us, the dream the only one i long for, here or there, our souls, laid bare, a million years from now my heart will ever hold you.
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