I am a mystery to me
As you must be to you.
How could we hope to understand
The mystery of two?

So we will feel what we must feel
And find some word to fit,
Even though we look inside
And see that isn't it;

And I will think of you no matter
What I'm thinking of,
Even though I know it's much
Too soon to call it love.

I LAST TIME

If I ever needed it
or if it was ever wanted,
I would get it from you
and I could ask this of you...
forever and ever, because I know it's always there -
and I know you're always there.

So if I cry and ask you to never leave...
just say "ok" please.
And I'm thinking that I never had to tell you that -
because you know,
don't you?
You've known every time.
So someday we'll dance
and I know the whole world will want to cut in,
but you won't let them...
and I can't let them -
because I think I might need to hold on to you forever...
one last time.

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