Dear Me

Dear me, Dear me

Be weary, aware

Not care so much

stay out a little later

Let the smooth night cover your blush

let the stars whisper happiness

and the wind hold your hand

Dear me, Dear me

Let him make you happy

Fear means failure

and hope dies with anger

Tears will fade, 

Dear me, dear me

Let not the sorrows of this life

grow into manifestation



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