Like a weak child I let your hand slip away The suns beckoning call Glistens promises of the day Have you ever looked The sun in the eyes Naked and humble Free of diguise Whispers come softly Seduced by the night The moon plays mixed sounds Bands hidden from sight I wish I could hold your hand As sun and moon dance My heart's shouting loudly This may be the last chance I must make a stand Or live with regret Destiny is in my hands Will I place my bet The chance to gain The chance to lose To make no decision Is still to choose The fruit grows ripe And hangs low on the tree Someone will pluck it Why can't it be me?
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