The possibility of what could be

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The possibility of what could be
The threat of what may not
The promises in the wind
Of ageless treasure sought

It is the silent tune that drifts
So haunting through the air
A song for you and you alone
So fleeting and so fair

They are life and they are death
So guard them through age and time
And beware the loss of precious dreams
For it is both punishment and crime





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