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We should have begun again. |
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If we knew then what we know now. |
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Should have known what really counts |
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And what was unimportant, somehow. |
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Should have ventured cautiously, |
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Not quickly, so abrupt, |
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Closed our eyes, count to ten. |
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We should have begun again. |
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Being together so quiet and still. |
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Being who we are, so fulfilled. |
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Not talking, not laughing, not crying. |
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A riddle beside another riddle. |
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We should have begun again. |
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Should have learned each other's |
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Different ways of seeing. |
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Should have known that heart and soul |
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Will have their way above our own well-being. |
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We should have been more giving, |
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But the lessons pass too soon. |
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Turn to Buddha, turn to Zen. |
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We should have begun again. |
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Being together so quiet and still. |
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Being who we are, so fulfilled. |
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Not talking, not laughing, not crying. |
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A riddle beside another riddle. |
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We should have begun again. |
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Should have played a little more before life caught us. |
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Should have known about the pain |
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To enjoy the wealth of gifts that life had brought us. |
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To search for something to believe in. |
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What's a dead end, what's a door? |
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When to fight, when to make amends? |
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We should have begun again. |
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Being together so quiet and still. |
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Being who we are, so fulfilled. |
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Not talking, not laughing, not crying. |
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A riddle beside another riddle. |