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will you turn around, spin around, come and sit with me.
i miss the way we spent our days without a passing frown.
i miss my light, think i might- take some time off,
wish i could go back in time, when my heart was soft.
but now im stuck like this, bleeding fist- wasting time again.
wishing this, thinking that, hating the night again.
but youre my everything, my wishing well, my timeless answer.
i just dont know if, ill need a lift, when im just waiting for my shift.
i like the way, you start the day, without a passing doubt-
it will be all, all okay, there wont be any wrong;
we will be fine, if we stay in rhyme, but that was never my niche.