while you are struggling for the grades. Number 7 I thought it's great
but 12 years difference is amazed.
It is too long for the wait, to catch up the space along the way.
One day is enough for the turmoil, I long for the usual tranquil fate.
I could smile in the dream wishing another day becoming swayed.
Gosh twelve minus seven is five,
I could give you and me the high fives.
A sweeutiful girl bygone, bygone.
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