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a reason for it all
So many times I've wondered,
is there a reason for it all,
and all I ever seem to see,
is the wonder of it all.
To look back, and think,
if I could change anything, anything at all.
The past may be a memory,
forgotten in its time.
The present is a constant whirl,
of going here and there,
to slow down, take a breath,
as not to miss a thing.
To stop, to think, to listen,
and see if I can see,
if there is a reason. ...
a reason for it all.
is there a reason for it all,
and all I ever seem to see,
is the wonder of it all.
To look back, and think,
if I could change anything, anything at all.
The past may be a memory,
forgotten in its time.
The present is a constant whirl,
of going here and there,
to slow down, take a breath,
as not to miss a thing.
To stop, to think, to listen,
and see if I can see,
if there is a reason. ...
a reason for it all.
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a reason for it all
a reason for it all
