It was seven-ish in the evening, I was on my way home, caught in the middle of rush hour traffic. The traffic light had just turned red; its timer started counting down. 95, 94, 93… Ten seconds…
All we need is you and I
And for you to hold onto me till we die
Till the end shall we part
But forevermore we will be locked in heart
For at last a time has come
When it is for our sums
We come together and ignite
The morning sky in bright yellows that shy
Hold onto me like never before
Like I were to be swallowed by the door
Hold me tight and let me hold your hand
I will never let this go bland
For this story is for my friend
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