the time come to an end.
You smile at everything only,
you regret nothing.
The breeze strokes
and you laugh at everything sincerely.
Into the world you would yell
it valiantly how
I love you.
A day when the world
stands on its head.
But onto any amount perfect a day
ends always.
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