Paths are chosen, Message sent
Hand in hand we walk
Wonder where the story goes
Though speechless we still talk
Take a look into the sky
Reflected in my eyes
Is this the start of something new?
Or where the story dies
My hand entwines yours tenderly
Held closer by and by
The tightened grip before the leap?
Or squeeze to say goodbye?
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