Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Counting The Beats paraphrase
"You have me, my love and I have you," he said. "If we didn't have anything more than each other, I don't think we would even care." But time ticks by and each minute brings them closer to death. The outlook is pleasant today, and maybe for several more to come, but it cannot always be this way. One day, the end of life will come and tear them from this world and from each other. "Where will we be, when death comes to separate us?" she asks. "We will be together, as we always will be," he says, and time continues to pass and they remain together.
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