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I found this in my notebook today. I think I wrote it for Chia...but I'm not sure.
She's the cloud on which I stand to reach the sun
I sing for her,
A little song of butterflies and flowers,
And how we love to dance in the rain.
She's got a September smile
And a laugh like July.
But oh her heavy heart is one of December,
December in its coldest time
Where the snow is ice and the moon smiles maliciously;
Winter at its best.
Oh how I wish it would turn to spring again,
and to make it stop snowing in her heart.
So when we dance in the rain
She won't only laugh like July
But she'll feel like August.
She's the cloud on which I stand to reach the sun
I sing for her,
A little song of butterflies and flowers,
And how we love to dance in the rain.
She's got a September smile
And a laugh like July.
But oh her heavy heart is one of December,
December in its coldest time
Where the snow is ice and the moon smiles maliciously;
Winter at its best.
Oh how I wish it would turn to spring again,
and to make it stop snowing in her heart.
So when we dance in the rain
She won't only laugh like July
But she'll feel like August.