The outside is a wonderful place
Full of wonderful things and peoples' dreams.
The seasons come and go,
In fall the trees have no more leaves to show
In winter down falls snow
In spring leaves and flowers bloom
In summer the blue sky is filled with balloons.
While writing these lines,
I couldn't think of anyone but you,
It's true.
Outside to some is heaven
You are my perfect outside,
You are my heaven.
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