There wasn't a chance we could go awry
except every step not knowing why
until every look between us met
every reason we knew, which
we can't forget
We've had every chance in the book
plus one.
The next chance we get, let's
not call it done.
Each breath and each step
you have been always true
and our guesses lay bets
we've staked all the way
through
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