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the line
here we stand again,
confused and feeling old.
Our young minds weary, our bodies cold.
Cold hearts that once, felt so warm,
now just old, forgotten stories.
Where does love begin? And can it ever end?
Is there a line, bordering on our minds?
Give me a time, a love, a sign,
and I'll be here till fates smiles,
a cruel demise or a sweet suprise,
but here we'll stop, I have to draw the line.
Don't cry those tears, we've already lost,
we knew from the start, but pushed on through,
Maybe one day we'll cross our line, but not this time...
