Don't rush to the end
Something we know about
Somethings we don't
Decision denotes insecurity
If we follow the map
Or the moon
In fact I always want to be on the moon
Happiness joy, eternal like a fountain sprouts water
A garden full of yellow, pink, red
Roses
And crimson fuchsias
And me and you
On the moon
Destination, stars
By way of the Milky Way
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