Destiny’s hands shows the right chosen way
When to let go, when to cut loose in its rhyme
He has the final say to our paths in time
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To what so ever draws in our soft palms༈༈༈
My love will perpetually be true to your heart࿉࿉࿉
Time is passing by, something we can’t undermine࿄࿄࿄
Time travels without a pause to croon...