Been only weeks, but feels like a century
Lots of questions asked, but it remains a mystery
Love, or temporary infatuation?
Hope, or merely just an illusion?
Time, won’t you soon tell
Please, make all go well
Once again, on that same crossroad
One path is narrow, the other is broad
Where should I tread?
For going forward, I dread
Time, won’t you soon tell
Please, make all go well
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