The nights are getting colder
The warmth of your touch is too far
For us I prayed
I prayed on a shooting star
The weeks are adding up fast
The months are too
When will this be over
When will this be through
Will we ever be as we were
And if not, can we be better and stronger than in the past
Can we make our dreams come true
Can we make us last
This I ask
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