To those proud amongst the many
To those nights that turn so rainy,
I am grateful of your presence
I’m a slave to you existence.
To those quiet summer nights,
To those times the bid takes flight,
And those hopeful falling stars
And these feet that travelled far,
I am thankful for your love
And those gifts that came above.
From those guiding fireflies
To those icy teary eyes,
I am thankful.
And what more can I do,
Beside thanking you?
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