There are things unsaid
That we will never know
From the passing of time
And a rivers flow
There are two young lovers
That have grown to know
The passing of time
Makes there love grow
Throughout the days
And throughout the years
They hold on tight
To all their tears
And the things unsaid
That they will never hear
From the passing of time
And all their fears.
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