Don’t you wish you could halt the constant flow of traffic in and out this life and hold onto that bit longer.
Lost in time and lost in space
something that cannot be replaced
That person’s name, voice and face
things you seek and want to trace
It breaks your heart, it’s too late
What you wouldn’t give for another day
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