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In Our Hands


The night was once an empty dream The trees offered no shade I once had no hope in me Life to me was just a game One night then, I found the colors To paint the darkness with my hues One night then, the stars told me Go, for I had nothing to lose So let's turn back all the clocks in the world Stop the ticking and freeze time Watch those shooting stars come true And come make something of this life Let's catch the rain in our hands Let it slip through our fingers like buttered honey Let's catch those broken dreams from the grave Embark together on a beautiful journey
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