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Greeny Golden Day's painting, In screaming scent of spring. Summer's sun and sweaty skin, We couldn't even count our steps from strolling. Clingy lights and March's sighs, Danced with the wind from sun-kissed innocent eyes. It's all green when you come with an amber, Resting your cozy arm on my shoulder. Felt our hearts out and that's where we've been. You taught me to be friends with the wind. We sang our laughter, Decorated to form our stars to keep in jars together. Reading the number of scars, And playing the cards of ours. Jamaican cherry tree grew our stories, Whereas I was lost in 'what ifs and maybe's. While I smoked my heart to fly and be free, You were burned wrapping yourself with insensitivity. You were there counting the days with me. You dreamt too but you never saw us sadly. Indeed, innocence is a pure bliss, Missing the sparks from the kiss. Our field then became yellow, Calling it a day with a heart of mellow.
