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one small voice

a whisper in the crowd

one teardrop

in a bucket full of doubt

had a ripple effect

the echo rang loud

like church bells

or 4th of July firecrackers

and like smoke rising

I heard it clear

as the silver moon

in pitch black

at midnight

I saw the twinkle in your eye

as your gaze met mine

and realized

this is fate

we gotta skate

before the ice breaks

and we fall straight

into a pool of second thoughts

this first impression

is everything

This moment is ours

Let us take it

Embrace it with open arms

Take a deep breath

And follow this dream

for love is ours

for as long as

we dare to believe

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