I tell my friend don't worry
It will all work out the way
It's supposed to there is
A will that rules the world
Worry about your own two cents worth
That it not go unspoken like the truth
To spend a day with you
How it mitigates my terror
That all is lost sometimes
Doomed to the error of our days
But the circles we go in prove dances
And long walks other times with you
I mean can you explain
A flower you've never seen before
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