Let's dance around the ideas of making memories. If sleepless nights are capable of dropping tears upon our cheeks, then gut-wrenching laughter should be entitled to the same pleasure.
If you slowly swirl around in a safe circle, we can pretend the lights are stars.
I'll whisper poems so tiny; they cut you with affection.
If you wondered where the minutes have gone, I put them away so we wouldn't have to worry about time running out on us again.
Listen to the echoes; we will all remember the beat of being enthralled.
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