I will run with whatever you give me
LetâE(tm)s start something I can see
You can be who I need you to beI will rush in
I will give reason a holiday
Chances are not earned
Chances are discoveredYou hold the day in your hands
To improve or to trial
And it seems that I can never get it right
Just give me a reason to smileYour words are a story
To brood over prophetically
Enjoy aesthetically
To hope in pathetically
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