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How will we finish? |
| When I was 21, Life was young and grand. Tassel turned, paper in hand nothing to stop me. When I was 31, life was free and easy. Could you be the man to give my heart for safe keeping? When I was 41, life was predictable. Plans made with dewy eyes began to see cracks. Looming in the distance, 51. Are missteps leading us apart? Or shall we find a new dance filled with a different promise? |