When I think of you,
I think of hearts in mind,
Then I see skies of blue,
But never can I find mine.
Then clouds of grey follow me,
Around corners, and in bins,
But sometimes it frightens thee,
I wished I had fins,
When I think of you, I never want to flee.
When I think of you! !
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