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Sometimes I wonder how my life would be.
Each day when I wake up with you next to me.
In this world we created.
I found my soul mate.
Is it coincidence or is it fate.
Just a philosophy up to debate.
If it's early or late.
The odds are just too great.
And when I think of where the road has come.
And if I took a different one.
When I think of where it might have lead.
And what we did instead.
Which way, Robert Frost?
Without her I would be lost.
Yeah.
Sometimes the world is a dream that we make.
Full of the metaphors of Chaucer and Blake.
The mysterious soul of Edgar Allan Poe.
When I think of where the road has come.
And if I took a different one.
When I think of where it might have lead.
And what we did instead.
Which way, Robert Frost?
Without her I would be lost.
Which way, Robert Frost?
Without her I would be…
Lost.
Robert Frost.
Robert Frost…
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Writer(s): Roxanne Seeman, Philipp Steinke
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