around the corner is some undreamed dreams.
around the way is another day.
there's no stars here
yet we look up to the sky every night
we all grab the string connected to the happiness kite.
eternal grasp over whatever's left here.
just say when
just be clear
this summer's another summer.
next year is another year.
we get older, and we can't help but get wiser.
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