Keep the stars in your heart.

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Don’t forget the stars
among the bright neon lights
keep your sense of wonder.

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Wear your bruises with pride

Summer is finally here, the heat, the sweat, the short pants. So your legs aren’t perfect, so what? So you’re covered in bruises from playing sports, from playing it rough, from playing hard the game of life? Wear your bruises with pride, those marks of warrior strength on your still pale legs.

Don’t let them tell you you’re unworthy of the comfort of short clothes on warm days, don’t let them tell you bruises on pale flesh are not what a woman should wear. They are marks of an active life, of enough health to roll and run and climb, and just as well marks of honour for falling down and getting up, for hitting obstacles and still moving on.

Wear your bruises with pride, and flash them all a knowing grin. Make them jealous of daring to be bold and brave and full of life, no matter how often you stumble and hit the ground.

Make the stars spin.

Make the stars spin,
make them dance for me,
make the stars spin,
crashing burning shadows in the sea –
Make the stars spin,
follow blazing trails in wakening dreams,
make the stars spin,
colours running together at our minds’ seams –
Make the stars spin,
follow me, let’s ride on comet tails,
make the stars spin,
ride with me when language fails.

Let’s reimagine

Let’s reimagine
Let’s pretend I didn’t leave town without a proper good-bye
Let’s pretend I came back year after year

Let’s reimagine
I can remember again how we used to sing songs
Do you remember the nights we spent talking in the pub?

Let’s reimagine, old friend,
Let’s reimagine, oh, let’s reimagine

Let’s reimagine
Let’s remember wat we had,
Let’s remember what was and never came to pass

Let’s reimagine, old friend,
Let’s reimagine, oh, let’s reimagine

When my ship set sail you were my harbour
but I left without looking back (I wish I had)
When my life was a storm and I was a wave
I rolled away instead of crashing into you (I can’t remember if I said good-bye)
But oh, let’s reimagine

One day my ship will pass dry lands, a wave carry me across the mountains
And for once I’ll crash into your arms to tell you
Thank you, old friend

Let’s reimagine, just once,
And I will always remember how we dreamt and pretended,
I will always remember the good wind you sent after me
So thank you, old friend

Let’s reimagine, old friend,
Let’s reimagine, oh, let’s reimagine

Let’s reimagine
And please remember the girl with the purple flower crown
I just want to say
Thank you, old friend

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Just the raw version of some song lyrics that came into my mind this morning.