On a bright sunny day
you're the cloud that pours down rain
soaked and heavy,
I continue all the way.
Through the fresh summer days
you're the little pollen grain
that makes me wheeze through another day
the beautiful flower, I need to smell again.
Through the stormy weather
you were the nights darkest hour
but through it all
you sheltered me beneath your umbrella.
In the dark of the night
when in my sleep I'd dream
you're my nightmare
but when i pray, it's to dream you over again.
The days roll by
left only in the pages of memory
some forgotten and some, we'd like to be
but you're a page-so beautifully written
it be impossible to.
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