When flowers no longer bloom,
Or jets never zoom.
When hell freezes over,
Or you can’t find a four leaf clover.
When parents stop caring,
Or givers stop sharing.
When people won’t die,
Or babies don’t cry.
When eternity ends,
And the new world begins.
When rainbows turn black,
Or dodo birds come back.
When will I want you near?
No sooner than never, my dear.
When?
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