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Love
It seems like only yesterday
You were just a child at play
It was only a matter of days.
Only days since my little girl, my rose, was doing things like using "w" magnets as mustaches when she thought I wasn't looking.
Now you're all grown up and suddenly
Oh, how fast those moments flee
Now she's fighting to save the world.
No, that's not quite it, the world is already gone. She's fighting to make a world and to save humanity.
At the moment humanity consists of only her and her three friends.
But I see no reason that that should make the goal any less noble.
Once we watched a lazy world go by
Now the days seem to fly
How fast had the week since the end of the world gone? And for that matter how melodramatic was the phrase "The end of the world"?
Life is brief
But when it's gone love goes on and on
Less then one week. And the days in that time flying by.
Less then one week after that and we died. Leaving my Rose and his son on their own.
Love will live.
We are in some kind of bubbly afterlife now. Or at least that is what the odd fairy child told us. Part of me suspects I may be dreaming all of this.
Love will last.
Now we walk through the memories of each other's lives.
Life is brief
But when it's gone love goes on and on