(listening to chill music for some reason) Ain't no somehow, ain't no some day, like a wildfire, it'll burn away. When the smoke is gone, with clear eyes we might find that place, like a Northern Summer." Sometimes, I wonder if there's no such thing as past, present, and future, because it'll all burn away.

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