We must be willing to let go of
The life we have planned
So as to have the life
That is waiting for us . . .
You, love, and I
(he whispers) you and I
And if no more than only you and I
What care you or I?
Counting the beats
Counting the slow heart beats
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats
Wakeful they lie
Cloudless day
Night, and a cloudless day
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky
Where shall we be
(she whispers) where shall we be
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I?
Not there but here
(he whispers) only here
As we are, here, together, now and here
Always you and I
Counting the beats
Counting the slow heart beats
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats
Wakeful they lie
R. Graves
You and I?
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