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The sunset shines on the wide set
of musically bonded happiness,
of dramatically lovely memories,
of intelligently funny stories.

Apologizing in the verses,
you find me now

because I didn't discover
that you are good treasures,
and you're just in any
of my pockets.

Being a sad day in October,
you see me now

because I held and kept
the foolish belief
there's no beautiful thing
in that small crowd.

Soon enough, I'll be done
in overdrawing my long strides
of going home 'cause hopefully,
I will live my life feeling home--
finally, when I've gathered those
warm people around me.

The sun's rays fade in the wide set
of musically bonded happiness,
of dramatically lovely memories,
of intelligently funny stories.

The sky starts to dim to make way
for the finest view of moon with its stars
I've ever viewed.

The hallways were dim, too,
but this made way
for the finest view of our friendship
in the pockets of each one of us.

And we sing the best
we know for the quicker
arrival of fear's tranquility.
Our voices echoed down the hall,
making the day a healthy musical.

Soon enough, I'll be gone
from your sight, and our long strides
'fore going home will survive hopefully.
I'll live here for a while, feeling home--
finally, 'cause I've gathered
warm people like you around me.

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