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Now the time has elapsed
It inevitably has come to pass
That I write for you at last
A song, a rhyme
Oh, to tell you the truth of it
I’m a little confused myself
Is it through memory’s rose-tinted glass
I have come to ask
Or is it a love that was meant to last
Through time itself
Proving us wrong all along
Shouldn’t we be holding on
It’s a silly thing really
That you shouldn’t believe in
Nothing too complicated
Endlessly formulated
Foolish romantic ideals of love
Could there be such a thing
How could there be such a thing
As beautifully flawed
We’ll make mistakes and then
Life is the art of learning to live with it
Through time
