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So excited

It's coming,
after waiting forever,
it's coming.

I'm excited,
I feel ready,
I'm excited.

It's time.
It's coming soon,
it's time.

Get ready,
time for cheering,
get ready.

Stay tuned,
check here often,
stay tuned.


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