and one life takes you one way
while love goes on straight
you hold out your hand, "you
can leap! Come along!"
but love made the right move,
and you got away.
What can we do but move on?
People go on, to live
their lives apart, to live
good lives: their own
it's a lot like they've died
- except somewhere, way out there
you know: there's a ghost
who walks on, and who grows,
and who smiles, and cries
and knows
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