I can hear it in your voice
Through the darkness in the room
It's not an if, it's not a choice
But like the air that we consume
A visceral moment
A violet as it blooms
All these words remain unsaid
But they echo through the room
But we have no more choices
Just the people that we meet
And the sound of both our voices
In the silence makes us weak
Oh we were made to fall in love
But in the shadow's where we sleep
No more letters left to send
And the time is what we keep
But we're made to fall in love
Oh we were made to fall in love
I can see it in your eyes
Through the light within the room
It's not hello but just goodbyes
And like the air that we consume
A beautiful moment
A violet as it blooms
All these words remain unsaid
But they echo through the room
But we have no more choices
Just the people that we meet
And the sound of both our voices
In the silence makes me weak
But we're made to fall in love
But in the shadow's where we sleep
No more letters left to send
And the time is what we keep
But we were made to fall in love
Oh we were made to fall in love!
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I took a bit of artistic license in telling the story of Clyde Tombaugh, the discoverer of Pluto, as if he were my best friend growing up, and if the reason he discovered the planet was due to a picture I took of the both of us goofing off. (It's a rough draft, kinda sloppy... I know)
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