Travellers Stories, Spider - White Snake

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I Dreamed of a time
When little hands were holding mine
And the plans, that we made,
Had fallen apart and gone away
And in the end you'll find
Not all of us were meant to shine

A fleeting glimpse
A knowing look
One last kiss
Can you be there for me?
The air was always there for me
And in the end you'll find
What little hands had in mind

And, babe
Are you there?
Is it too late,
Do you still care?

If your loved one
Sticks around
While little hands hold you down
And in the end you'll find
Hands that hold
Are hands that bind

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