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Starry eyed

So we burst into colors, colors and carousels,
Fall head first like paper planes in playground games



i’m coming home. 
i’m coming home. 
tell the world i’m coming home. 

let the rain, wash away. 
all the pain of yesterday. 
i know my kingdom awaits, 
and they’ve forgiven my mistakes. 

i’m coming home, 
i’m coming home. 
tell the world that i’m coming…

 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose

-Ecclesiastes 3:1

10:28 pm, by eelizabbethh
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