Don’t count the minutes
Count the laughs
Go forward
Not back
We’re not meant for steady
Our whole world is labile
To detours and flooded cities
Hasten to the task
Emptiness within to bask
Sweet springs to grasp
Don’t count the minutes
Count the laughs
Go forward
Not back
We’re not meant for steady
Our whole world is labile
To detours and flooded cities
Hasten to the task
Emptiness within to bask
Sweet springs to grasp
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