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It's time to say goodbye

We've come to the end of the road

We were to walk along, together

So at this fork in the road

I should bid you goodbye

But your hand is still held in mine

And I don't want to let go.

I'm looking into your blue eyes

Not wanting to leave you

But knowing I must

For you to grow out your white wings

And fly on your own

Yet still I can't turn away from you

At this moment in timme

So when I finally let go of your hand

I just watch you walk away

Growing smaller on the horizon

Until I can see you no more

Except in my dreams.



January 25, 2001