Busyness is rampant every day
Running our lives
No time to play
No time to love
No time to relax
What is the point of going on
When you cannot even dance?
Enjoy yourself
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC
Busyness is rampant every day
Running our lives
No time to play
No time to love
No time to relax
What is the point of going on
When you cannot even dance?
Enjoy yourself
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