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When we meet
We shall touch the stars
The little children will laugh at us
And to each, we shall teach love
And we’ll float on the soft summer breeze
I’ll carve our initials in the clouds
And in a fleeting moment
That which is not tangible shall succumb
And our love will become inimitable
We’ll explore the silver sun
And search for the silver man
We’ll mix the colors on the palette
And paint the world
Then we’ll say goodbyes
And no regrets will there be
Only happy memories we share
And our initials in the clouds
