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Hush now.. haste not..

Time awaits for you..

Jump into another pot, while its hot

Will get you burn, in another furn

ace ace ace…

Gallop gallop gallop

Pasture is green there..

Red is not all that passion but fashion..

Imagination I’ve got a plenty,

But superstition I’m beginning to wary…

Should I or should I not..

Hush now haste not…

Night is still young to decide..

When the fate is too young to ripe..

And let’s keep that imagination in the bottle first

For now baby, for your smile..

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