Who Knows Where the Time Goes
The stars may wink their last goodbyes,
the sun may disappear,
the moon may shrink and come to naught
and I will shed a tear.
The universe may turn to dust
all flora, fauna waste away,
we may spend our time in darkness
hoping for a brand new day.
Will you still be here to comfort me
to fill my eyes with pride,
and swell my heart with tenderness,
my love, my blushing bride?
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