September, October, November, whatever. It's a day, sun, rises, sets, good bed.
Hit pause and reset, nice try, not working. Plague-ridden streets keep emptying, and just before the good bed time.
Like a time machine~
Gentle time machine, please step up to my trampoline.
Let it lift you.
Bring you closer to your supreme protector,
she's crazy about you.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, whenever.
Just keeps getting wetter and wetter.
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