-𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥-

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Lives lost—one cannot get it back
Chances spoiled—where have they all gone?
You could have had the world of us
Where feelings thrive and promises done

Safe skies—we have thrown our own lot
Quiet clouds—what have caused the rift
I could have had the things past
But what things would destiny lift?

Times spent—can we recover them?
Memories gone—what have we lost?
We could have things from the unknown
But we threw what mattered the most

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