Perhaps one day we notice
That time is streaming past
It doesn't even see us
As we stand upon its shore
But we don't really care
After having caught a glimpse
In a few and scattered moments
That everything had changed
Oh sure we'll talk about it
Some time later over coffee
Show our memories like scars
And act so nonchalant
But we've really only lived
In those remembered stolen moments
When we'd crashed together only
To fly again apart
So we try to catch our breath
To pretend our little stories
Are only idle tales
We had told ourselves one day
But yet, we keep our secrets
And on leap days we remember
When we stole a page from time
And life was truly lived
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