Accept That This Is Perfectly Random I don't know precisely, How many people are in the world. For apparently it always changes. And the number I've never been told. I am not sure how, The stars shine so bright. When I read somewhere that, They're dead in the sky of night. I don't know why, The birds sing their morning song. But all I know is, I'd very much like to sing along. So many things I am unsure of, And while I don't like to boast... One thing I know for definite is, I love you the most.
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