For all we know
we may never meet again.
Before you go
make this moment sweet again.
We won't say good night
until the last minute--
I hold out my hand
and my heart will be in it.
For all we know
this may only be a dream.
We come and go
like the ripples in a stream.
So love me tonight;
tomorrow was made for some.
Tomorrow may never come,
for all we know.
Her voice is raw, frayed and scratched, bearing years of happiness and pain and misery and mourning. I can't stop listening. "Repeat" on the iPod, over and over again.
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