Think you this world's too vastly spread
to measure with our little feet?
So I do but, my love,
not here!
to measure with our little feet?
So I do but, my love,
not here!
Think you that time moves far too swift
for us to trace the flow of days?
So I do but, my love,
not now!
for us to trace the flow of days?
So I do but, my love,
not now!
Behold! Enclosed between our hands:
the distant stars, embracing.
And what of time? I lay with you
and measure by your heartbeat.
the distant stars, embracing.
And what of time? I lay with you
and measure by your heartbeat.
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