if by chance you're free to hold

for one brief spot inside of time

i pray for sense to let you go

if by chance you are not mine.

for all that glitters can't be gold

it tarnishes and fades

all i'm left holding in my hands

is what you'll give away.

the chance of gold ~ a spot of time

to be with you ~ to make you mine

live again ~ then slowly die

everything has a price ...

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