As the clock ticks 12
I go out to enjoy
the cold midnight breeze
the sky isn't clear
but nor is my head
the stars sure were beautiful
but the clouds are too
i guess
everything has its season
but not a reason
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
As the clock ticks 12
I go out to enjoy
the cold midnight breeze
the sky isn't clear
but nor is my head
the stars sure were beautiful
but the clouds are too
i guess
everything has its season
but not a reason
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