At times in life You'll connect with some And some will have to move on At times you'll feel The need to fly And fly though you may hurt someone You were there Your chances were clear Choices were made in spite Of times that were spent Feelings were mixed Amongst your support base A heart was lost But a heart found its place This is a recipe of life Made up of fragments of peoples Peace and peoples vibes Well its each now to their own Well your heart will know
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