Dance with me, for I'll be leaving soon.
(wishes don't always come true)
"Leaving what?", you ask so distractingly.
I'm leaving whatever I see and whatever I don't see.
"Leaving it where?"
I'm leaving it the farthest away from me. No more will I ask myself....no more will I ask myself, "Where have I gone?"
I'm searching for you. And...
Lord, its you I want to find.
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