To make my heart fast,
Let my mind race,
All of my past,
Shown on my face
Smiles of joy, tears of sorrow,
All will be joined, come by tomorrow
My life is a hurry,
But I'm in no rush,
No need to worry,
Still time to blush
Smiles of joy, tears of sorrow,
All will be joined, come by tomorrow
Until the end,
All will seem real,
Will my heart mend,
Or will unseal.
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