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If the hands of time were hands that I could hold, |
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I'd keep them warm and in my hands, |
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They'd not turn cold! |
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Hand in hand we'd choose the moments that should last, |
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The lovely moments that should have no future and no past! |
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The summer from the top of a swing, |
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The comfort and the sound of a lullaby, |
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The innocence of leaves in the spring, |
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But most of the moment when love first touched me! |
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All the happy days would never learn to fly, |
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Until the hands of time would choose to wave good-bye! |
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The innocence of leaves in the spring, |
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But most of the moment when love first touched me! |
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All the happy days would never learn to fly, |
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Until the hands of time would choose to wave good-bye! |
