Near the long river as the music starts, still looking too small, but don’t take it to heart your beautiful self will be loved of course, everyone loves you,

Naturally not beside you, far far away, will you notice then? Will you start it?

Pop keeps saying its’ name. The world tries to communicate again what comes after now, though I will not see it.

I wish I could, but it cannot be so it

Just reminds me of the fact that you may feel nerves, but I know you will rock it and the crowd will love you as you deserve.

And I will remain, and find something to learn.

This life that is separate, but wishes to join, yet has no where to go, and no way to climb.

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