The song
Love was a story written, it followed us with agejust an empty book, written page by page
independent authors with independent pen
spilling ink into the other for solitary blend
It was a lifelong dance of four distinctive feet
trying to move together in step to a single beat
two distinct and seperate lives with individual flair
forging a single dance extracted from two pair
we were a song unfinished, two uncompleted hearts
trying to use one voice in a song that had two parts
the music played so long, it forged the dance I know
our dance is nearly over, I don't know where to go
Love is an uncompleted story, every dance will end
and each of us will know, that the other was our pen
I have unwritten pages and though my ink is gone
between the covers of my book, I can hear the song.
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