As the sun sets over
            The ridge
of the mountains
We sit holding hands
            With our
desire in our eyes
Longing for things
            Not in our
destiny
Remembering the things
            Of our
youths
Dreaming of things
            That may be
And we embrace and remember
            The joy
that we have
                        And
why we are here...
I love you
1992
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