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Every day he passes.
Days turn into months, months to seasons, seasons to years.
Just once, I would like a change.
Just once, I would like my world to tip into his.
I want to fall into his grip.
Every day he passes.
Days turn into months, months to seasons, seasons to years.
Just once, I would like a change.
Just once, I would like my world to tip into his.
I want to fall into his grip.