a song
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Filler full of toast, see
That'll get the ghost, see,
eat it up, you're close see, knave.
Give it to your ghosty
holler to your host-y
Callout til your toasty babe
There are reasons for me to be so cold.I'm just like a season, except you choose what you want.I know that there is no point of being under your control.Because there are things that make people feel loved.
One song for the Grandparents's pride
One song for the times we love
One song gotta stay alive.. .I will survive
One song for the city streets
One song for the hip hop beats
One song oh I do believe
Oh little runaway
How could I refuse?
Take my hand
Here we go!
Oh, my little runaway
We'll have so much fun
Oh, little runaway...
Did you mean to meet me here?
All alone yet together
I'm standing here
Can you see me?
Oh, little runaway...
Do you see me?
There's no need to cry
I’d rather be winter’s queen
than the girl who cried
Better to have ice in my veins
than bleed ‘til I’m dried
LESSONS TO BE LEARNEDBY MIRA WILDERLessons to be learnedBridges never burnedriding the waves of uncertaintyLovers to be foundthere's Music all aroundit's in the weaveof destiny...