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Lets Be... Honest


so, how it goes?

i suppose it could be said there was magic involved

magic on a level higher than low

 

she knows more about me than i do, or did

and i know there exists a sunrise and sunset, with stars and comets and moons...

 

a box., a rock, a kiss, a sigh

and i wouldn't trade any of that for gold or diamonds

not even a cheesburger or White Castle.

 

to be honest, it neverrr gets old or outdated

this feeling i will always have inside

not even house plans or dirt being moved can move from where i'm standing...

 

today was a good day to live.

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