If they say, our first sight was too stunning
I’ve recalled for a century’s running
Time accumulating, meant for understanding
If they ask, why this feeling’s so rare
A single glance spans a million years
Spring to winter, shows no difference
Merely seasons

Crowds are moving, through the woods
Then there you stood
As you are marked from the start
Feels familiar, stirs my heart
A painter in my mind
Revised until the vision's refined

Fear of getting close, panicked thoughts of letting go
Yet fearing more what I might miss
It’s a loss I always rue

If they say, our first sight was too stunning
I’ve recalled for a century’s running
Time accumulating, for us to be fathoming
If they ask, why this feeling’s so rare
A single glance spans a million years
Spring to winter, shows no difference
Merely seasons

Crowds are moving, through the woods
Then there you stood
As you are marked from the start
Feels familiar, stirs my heart
A painter in my mind
Revised until the vision's refined

Fear of getting close, panicked thoughts of letting go
Yet fearing more what I might miss
It’s a loss I always rue
If they say, our first sight was too stunning
I’ve recalled for a century’s running
Time accumulating, meant for understanding
If they ask, why this feeling’s so rare
A single glance spans a million years
Spring to winter, shows no difference
Merely seasons

If they ask, why this feeling’s so rare
A single glance spans a million years
Spring to winter, shows no difference
Merely seasons

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