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Quickie

From now to then
     and then to when
          shall we ever see?

If we are blind
     and we are kind
          what ever shall we be?

As we trip
     as we flip
          from you to me,

Gonna shine
     gonna whine
          like it was meant to be.

Fly away
Not today
Gentle grace of glee.

Gonna stay
Gonna stay
So some others can sigh.

As soon as now
     however how
          whatever to try.

From your heart
     whichever part
          would you let it die?

To know
     to grow
          is it a lie?

From now to then
     and then to when
          are we gonna cry?