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In Time


At first nothing came to mind,

And still I find this thing still hard to find.

 

What it is you may ask,

Is what everyone should have, without mask.

 

From someone else to another,

To a friend, to a lover.

 

It is not something to toy with,

Nor should it be a myth.

 

If you wish to say this one thing,

Make sure you know what to bring.

 

And if it's truly right,

The other will agree, without flight.

 

This will spark either the beginning or the end,

Of this feeling you wish to send.

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