The pages of a perfect story,
Intended for the man who's lonely.
He will give himself away.
Even if he hasn't got a clue,
Even if he don't know where to go,
I will always hold you.
Imperfections, they are his very own,
But they are not carved in stone,
Give me time to seize the day.
He believes in a moment of truth,
The time his eyes laid sight on you.
I hold that moment dear.
Is there a time,
That I could reverse to,
With these hands of mine,
To make you see it all again.
Even if you throw it all away,
All that you know, you hold dear,
I will always love you.
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