If Nujabes Was Still Here

I’d write a song and hope it makes me a career.

Maybe that flute he plays would grow me taller, or maybe I’d get a bit stronger, and then people would recognize me when I’m dead.

Sadly, I can’t see that far, and I wish that I could.

Instead, I just play the music and watch time tell another tale.

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