Blink
Blink your eyes for me once again
I say, and you look at me in confusion
What should I be seeing? you ask
You're a little girl, make up the best illusion
Picture your favorite place
Think only of the present
Don't worry about the future
(If I told her what I knew,
I would surely lose her.)
Run through the grass
And barefoot over the gravel
Don't worry about graduating from college
Or your lifelong plans to travel
See the smiles of your family
Unaware of future trouble
Seven years from now they will be gone
There won't be other chances, not another
Remember the world around you
Then look me in the eyes and see
The you the future holds and changes,
The You is really Me
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