Laughing Means A Lot To Me

Once a time, once a day,
Get together from different way.

Sometime, someday,
Break up with nothing to say.

Walk around, walk away,
Wait here until hair's gray.

Wanna stop, wanna stay.
Have no choice but I will pray.

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