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Chance is the name of the one that is lost,
The wrong turn was taken when left was the right.
The right being left or is it the wrong?
Is chance who we see or the chosen we've found.
The question is really are we were we are,
Because of a moment that we stopped to talk
Or talked for a moment to be where we need.
Taking a chance along for the trip
Tripping along for a day to be free.
Is we who we see or do we see what
We think we have found, or stumbled across.
A chance to be free, free to take chances
Is life for the living or living for life.
When you look at you do you like what you see
Or have you become the one that is lost.
Don't take a chance it matters not any
A trick to disquise the same end result.
A chance is the magic I wave with my wand
A moment is time we all have to own
Do what you can to uncover the truth.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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