Now

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At the end of the day

through the bottomless fall

we can mold our own clay

by the things that are small

 

whether earning a dime

or helping a brother

we can love precious time

without year long summer

 

be a little naive

let out a good giggle

I completely believe

loud actions are little

 

extinguish a slight frown

dont have to be sappy

we all have right here now

just choose to be happy

 

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