Take a chance, roll the dice.

Steal a glance, between the ice.

Keep your stance, it’ll all be nice. 
Weigh this once, it won’t come twice.
 Here and now, within our souls.
 Time plays tricks, and we grow old. 

 Memories are all, you’ll have to hold.
 Make some with me, and they’ll be gold. 
 Clock ticks for none, it’ll all be lost.
 Pick your scars, and feel your most.

Leave your worries at the post.
 I might help you leave your ghosts.

Even if tales, they don’t come true.
You’ll set your sails, and won’t be blue.

I would sing your name in tune.
That much I can promise you.

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