Standing,
On the ground
Missing,
her lovely sound
I miss her
I care
Just for her
In my heart
I part
All that’s hard
When the muddy earth
Makes all flowers grow
Then she’s the earth
On that my heart may grow
But there’s fear
I can not stop
Only my dear
Could make it stop
She likes me
I see
Hope in me
For her smile
I file
On my style
When collapsing tectonic plates
Cause the earth to shake
Then her eyes are the only plates
That cause my heart to shake
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