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To You Who's Dear to Me
When you feel dear,
The scorching sun feels beautifully,
The rain falls cheerfully,
The trees sways in horray!
The waves dance in gay.
The birds fly in harmony.
Even that black and blues,
That rose and thorns,
That curves and edges,
That depths of yours,
Still, this heart belongs,
To you who's dear to me.
The feeling still surreal,
Everything seems unreal,
But you woke me up,
To make everything real,
You took my hand,
And I felt bliss me at peak.
© lovelypoete23
The scorching sun feels beautifully,
The rain falls cheerfully,
The trees sways in horray!
The waves dance in gay.
The birds fly in harmony.
Even that black and blues,
That rose and thorns,
That curves and edges,
That depths of yours,
Still, this heart belongs,
To you who's dear to me.
The feeling still surreal,
Everything seems unreal,
But you woke me up,
To make everything real,
You took my hand,
And I felt bliss me at peak.
© lovelypoete23
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