Here I stood again to unfold,
Although my heart is freezing in winter's cold.
Where I lost myself long ago,
Where I urged my life be a river and flow.
Here I stood again to meet,
Although my soul is burning in summer's heat.
Where I used to catch butterflies,
Where I wished to catch the time that flies.
And then I kept waiting,
Waiting to live that I never lived,
Waiting to feel that I never felt.
Waiting to hope that never ended,
Waiting to miss what never happened.
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