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We were supposed to meet in the January
Of a million miles ago,
I still sneeze sometimes from the cold I caught
As I waited for you in the snow.
They gave no name to your faceless face
Just an unformed hand to hold,
I held that hand and I always will
Even when I'm grey and old.
Is it wrong to love until it hurts,
To love the unhuman form?
Is it wrong to miss what I never had,
Something that was never born?
I can't deny your brief existence
Although they say I should forget,
A million miles on I still say goodnight
To the little soul I never met.
I still sneeze sometimes from the cold I caught
As I waited for you in the snow.
They gave no name to your faceless face
Just an unformed hand to hold,
I held that hand and I always will
Even when I'm grey and old.
Is it wrong to love until it hurts,
To love the unhuman form?
Is it wrong to miss what I never had,
Something that was never born?
I can't deny your brief existence
Although they say I should forget,
A million miles on I still say goodnight
To the little soul I never met.