I feel blue from all this hullabaloo.
I want to stand on my roof & sing songs at the top of my lungs.
I want to go to your door & tell you what I really think.
I want to dance on the train.
I don't care who stares.
I want to cry.
Mostly tears of joy.
I want to tell the people I love that I love them.
I can feel the sunlight on my face.
I want to wear summer
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