A thousand days,

a thousand ways

To make it right,

even at night.

What a sight?

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Being in awe,

sunrise or sunset,

All that you get,

all that you do,

It's not about you,

my little Boo.

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We are meant to fly

high in the sky,

We are meant to dream,

to walk to the rim

of the world.

Or so I was told.

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A thousand years journey

start one day indeed,

One step is all you need

to do, my little Boo.

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A thousand worlds to visit,

future or past,

should be possible,

If you change your 'want' to 'must'

What a blast!

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