They say we meet some people
At the wrong time.
If only he’d been a little less himself
Should you not have been so you
Who knows what would have become
Of our children
And their unborn children
That we pray to the Lord
to meet some day.
But you had to be you
And I had to meet some people, being me,
at the wrong time,
as they say.
And so we’ve met,
without even praying to the Lord to meet,
some day.
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