To young and old friends We meet again Sitting in a living room Hope will bring me to her soon...
I'm seasoning parables Over faded ideals A jewel I don't carry in my heart Sincere fingers create the art...
Right as the rain I will not go insane Attempting to make every hug mean something...
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