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If the hands of time
Were hands that I could hold
I’d keep them warm and in my hands
They’d not turn cold

Hand in hand we’d choose
The moments that should last
The lovely moments that
Should have no future
And no past

The summer from the top of a swing
The comfort in the sound of a lullaby
The innocence of leaves in the spring
But most of all, the moment when love
First touched me

All the happy days
Would never learn to fly
Until the hands of time
Would choose to wave goodbye

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