Harmonia

My older self as 100 is talking to me
Multiply the tiny things which I like doing

It will
Make sky bluer and bluer
More than ever before
It will make me smile a little more

My older self as 100 is telling to me
link together the notes I love
It'll become a harmony

The sounds are sweeter and sweeter
Echoing nicely around me

The sky is bluer and bluer
More than ever before
It will make me smile a little more

What will I talk to younger self
If I were 100 years old.
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