Each moment no more then a milla-second,
We cling to the memory,
But even as we hold on it still fades,
Till it is almost a dream,
Nothing seams real when I am with him,
And I feel that it must be a dream,
For nothing has ever been this good in my life,
We never want to say good-bye,
In our secluded moments,
We thrive, breath and live,
And we remember that point in time,
Until we meet the next day,
And it all begins again.
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