Who knows the gains of valor, and if a leaf is blown to space by society's arm what will be its purpose? And if a child finds its way between us how shall we name it. Who can tell that it will dry my heart that now turns to a river.
Who else knows the troubles that afflicts us... and the sea of emotions we feel each waving wave is a feeling in intself.
So what will you do between now and 32 if you find your man then and if I find mine what are we to do?
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