A bit too soon
Did I meet you
Now every second means a day
A bit too late
Did I meet you
Now every minute means a week
Between the gaps I doze off
Between a cup of tea and a glass of soda
Which is sweeter, oh which is tastier
Can I have both?
Between the olf nostalgic papers
And the exciting new dreams
Which is closer, oh which is better
Can I have both?
-Naytica-
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