I must have seen thousands of sunrises. Thousands. I've heard Just a Dream, play a hundred times. You've smiled at me so many times I've lost count, but I still get butterflies, you still drive me crazy. Every time the sunrises I take a few seconds and stare, I smile and make a wish and admire its orange and yellow swirls. And ever time Nelly sings, I still dance and feel every word he says, every line reminds me of the way he sang to me.
Why do things that happen so many times, continue to feel like the first?
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Luckily for everyone, that only happens with the very best of things.
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