up 'till

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i recalled someone that i've seen,
make autumn leaves turn back to green.
we shape the clouds up 'till dawn.
ironic how are minds are stitched together.

i can talk to you up 'till night,
a hindrance would never cross my mind.
the reason why we fit together,
is that we flourish one another.

- remy

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