Destiny
A hand in a hand, two rivers meeting together.
The promises of that day I can never forget.
Small little children playing with toys.
A god created little things.
Two hearts one left the other.
Years went by time had changed.
The seed of the flower has know grown.
A stick that was broken before it was created.
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