Thing I ever say to you
If the next time our paths cross
You will think I'm someone new
I wonder how long it'll take me
To forget what I now love
For these things I think of always
To be carelessly disposed of
I wonder if, when I get there,
I'll think it the best of all
If the excitement from my preset,
In comparison, will feel small
The future is bright, I've heard it said
And it's something I believe
But when the present lacks all darkness
Why would I ever want to leave?
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