Never-ending nights,
And days that seem to pass us by in a blur.
Way too far for now.
But way to late.
What are we going to do,
When it all ends?
What's going to happen when the night ends
And the sun comes up,
In it's peachy-keen color.
Will we say hello,
Or will we say goodbye?
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