May 03, 2005 00:06
The green grass reflects sunlight bouncing of her hair
The warm breeze blows, she speaks throughout the air
Crystal clear water as pure as her tear
Sunshine smiles down, warming all that is near
Ice melts, rises to a blur
I see it all, I see everything in her
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and all you can do is sit and watch
we had painted all of the walls blue,
for all of the times we were outside
withing all the clouds away
so that our lives could be sunny
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