The colors are brighter after the rain
And here, you are like the rain
The nights are less quiet with the sound of the rustling leaves
And here you become the trees
The Sun feels warmer, kinder after a cold spell
And here you are Daylight
The free fall would have hurt
If it wasn't you who stood as the ground
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When our days are numbered
These shall be my reasons
For the rest of my time
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