invisible love

t'was that lonley night,

and we all began to fly,

was it a miricle,

or just the imagination,

for all enternity,

did we have the choice,

or was it just our voice,

the one we knew so long,

could it be our song,

invisible love,

the kind we cannot see,

invisble love,

the way we used to be.

The End

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