A girl called time
took a long long trip
and never never came back.
A boy called fate
made up his mind
and did it when it was too late
But a girl called love
that flew to me
From the air around
She filtered in
Into my skin
She didn't make a sound
and every time I look and see her
I feel her sound
And everytime I look or hear
I feel her presence strong and near
The year was young
And many songswere yet there
To be sung
But I was sad
And lost the opportunities
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