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Moving On No time to let go as good as now Now when I'm losing my self Little matters worth holding on to So I'm letting you go like childhood dreams Like sand grabbed in baby �sts All the butter�ies I never could catch Every orange sunset, over too soon Dandelion petals scattered away Morning �owers, dead by noon And all the tears I never shed for you. Naaz Afreen 2825, Batch 2010