Present
When morning spills its coins across the floor
and you still spent and dreaming of another season
I rise into uncharted territory
plant seeds of celebration
Here I am, now
Here you are
When morning spills its coins across the floor
and you still spent and dreaming of another season
I rise into uncharted territory
plant seeds of celebration
Here I am, now
Here you are
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