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A poem about someone close to me. |
| The sun is shining, flirt with me. Breezes blowing one, two, three. Is that a flower that I see, I'll pick it up - one, two, three His past behaviour stays with me, and in my mind Will I ever be free? The familiar fear, it wrenches my heart, it grips me inside, tears me apart. But the sun is shining, one, two, three, the sky is blue, so flirt with me. |