Sometimes I wonder what it's like — to live without having met you...
That's when it breaks — I never want to know.
And if I could — I'm glad it wasn't mine, the choosing, —
I'm happy that so little can be true.
And meeting you was true.
Unlike so many things I thought I really knew.
You hold my heart in palms of two —
Afraid of loving, guess I do...
Sometimes I wonder what it s like
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