There is no room for sadness,
as I'm not looking back,
like the flowers blooming
today is where its at.
The seasons are passing
as fast as can be,
take my hand and
come with me.
The summer sun
trickles through the leaves,
casting beams of light
that trigger the dreams.
The sky is clearly blue
no clouds in passing
there is only thoughts
of me and you.
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