when things were blue

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i miss the blue of the sky

and i miss how bright everything used to be

i miss writing down every thought

that crossed my mind

and i miss how i used to feel about you

i wish i could turn back the clock

to those few weeks when

everything was okay

and i was never sad

and i always had a smile

burning my cheeks

you were happy

and so was i

and i had a reason

to wake up each morning

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