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Chance
No more than a single kiss,
Yet still I taste you on my lips.
Nothing more than hand in hand,
Yet memories flow: Colored dreamland.
No more than a hopeless dream-
Is it hopeless, as it seems?
Am I wishing ‘gainst the odds?
Or can I know a different god?
Such confusion, such mystique,
All surrounds the love I seek.
Terrified and filled with fear,
Can I risk this Holy Tear?
Know, I don’t, but here I stay,
Ready to chance a different day.
Standing tall and standing true,
Say you love me as I love you.
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