Well there’s my wish, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, there’s my bliss, I play, the things I missed, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, to reminisce, day, days arise, to end my wish, and it’s hard, and it’s hard, when it lives, in my head, before I wake to this day, why can’t I stay?
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