We met at the wrong time.
That's what I keep telling myself.
Maybe, oneday, years from now,
we'll meet in a coffee shop
in a far away city somewhere,
and maybe we could give it another shot.
That's what I keep telling myself.
Maybe, oneday, years from now,
we'll meet in a coffee shop
in a far away city somewhere,
and maybe we could give it another shot.
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