What if the they believed in imperfection,
What if they believed in flaws?
No hatred and no deception,
No labyrinth of claws.
What if they believed in flaws?
No hatred and no deception,
No labyrinth of claws.
What if our fears and dreams
did not exist together?
One would be autumn blues,
Spring morn would be another.
What if we live more than once,
unlike what they say?
Maybe we do,
growing up all the way.
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does?
What If?
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