And curious.
Of the cold summer air.
In it's last attempt.
found in comparisons.
I'm almost one year older.
moving forward.
to September.
I'm hoping you remember.
And crash to the earth.
And crash to the earth.
Here we go.
My mother told me to stand tall, to stand tall.
Or else we'll lose every good memory.
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