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(Ooh...) (Mmm, the pages turn...) We write the lines with trembling hands, on paper thin. We map the course across the lands, before we begin. The ink is wet, the ink is black, a story yet untold. No turning back, no looking back, as the scenes unfold. And then the plot begins to twist and turn, oh it bends! A lesson that we have to live to learn, where it ends! OH, THE SCRIPT IS WRITTEN IN THE STARS ABOVE! TOLD IN MOMENTS OF LOSS AND SCENES OF LOVE! THE JOURNEY BENDS WHERE WE CANNOT SEE! UNFOLDING THE TRUTH OF WHAT'S MEANT TO BE! We try to plan the perfect scene, but shadows fall. The spaces that reside between, they say it all. An ad-lib line, a stolen glance, a sudden change. We find our power in the chance, so vast and strange. OH, THE SCRIPT IS WRITTEN IN THE STARS ABOVE! TOLD IN MOMENTS OF LOSS AND SCENES OF LOVE! THE JOURNEY BENDS WHERE WE CANNOT SEE! UNFOLDING THE TRUTH OF WHAT'S MEANT TO BE! The script unfolds... and we are here... (Living the story.) Mmm, no fear.
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