Is it possible that this all could have been too good to be true?
I hope not. I'm still stuck and hanging on by the threads I've got left.
All those loose ones just dangling, their mine for the catching.
I'll pull them taut, I'll pull them together.
You'll soon see it's meant to be.
It's all meant to come back to me.
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