You stole the tears
that stained my pillows,
wearing my worries on you;
you winked at me, so at ease
I felt as if the rainbow
was dancing inside my temples,
I wore clouds as my Sunday shoes
you’re crazy, we both know I am
One, two, three, four;
you had your hand over my eyes,
when I finally opened them
I knew you saved me, I saw us
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