Forgive me for asking; But this I have to know, When I cast my eyes back In distant years to come; How many pairs of footprints, Would I see there in the snow? When our flames of passion That once burnt bright and strong, Slowly dims and gives it's final light Our youthful lust just an old memory, Would you still walk with me? When I fall to my knees, we both know that I will
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