In this ever-changing small world
seasons come and go
wild is the wind,
and evergreen the trees...
I met someone who
is just as wild and changing
who moved me with a certain smile
or made me misty from a single glance
Wonderful. Wonderful is the feeling
that a true love story could unfold
another with whom to hold
'til the twelfth of never...
but never came too soon
little reward for the risk,
a time for us didn't really exist
We tried, didn't we...
and almost got it right
but almost is not enough
to turn our night to day
and chances are our chance has past
and we'll never meet again...
but then...
it's not for me to say
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