I thought my world would last forever.
But as I sit in my room late at night,
The window open,
Hoping for a breeze,
I must concede that soon it'll be too hot
To stay where I live now.
But as I sit in my room late at night,
The window open,
Hoping for a breeze,
I must concede that soon it'll be too hot
To stay where I live now.
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