If the rain could rise instead of falling
And the sun fly from west to east
If we could untread all those trodden miles
Back to when you held my hand for the very first time...
If the sun could rise instead of falling
And the wind could gather the sand
We could catch the tears as they fall
Softly smile as we sat on the pier, on that very first night...
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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