time spins by on wheels of weekswhere spokes are daysand bumps are painswe are all looking for the hillsshould work be donein place of fun?i run, shouting with my sparkler burning brightletting it light the darkness of night.
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time spins by on wheels of weeks
where spokes are days
and bumps are pains
we are all looking for the hills
should work be done
in place of fun?
i run, shouting with my sparkler burning bright
letting it light the darkness of night.
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