Perhaps time should never exist,
so moment for mistakes and wrong would never commend.
Perhaps the clock should tick,
So moment to learn and rise would come.
Perhaps the sun should never rise,
so the day for tears and regrets would never feel.
Perhaps the sand in the hour glass should flow,
so I may know what it is to love and to be love.
Perhaps I should never travel on,
so through my walk of life none too close.
Perhaps I should walk on pavement gray
or I'll never meet a friend so dear.
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