A flashlight and thunderstorm
That punch me out
The rainbow just afraid and grey
When this one coming away
He does not bring warm
Only the feeling of fear about
Even i love him the most he still water
That flows and goes and,-
He makes me feather
To fly and broke down over the branch
Stick and stuck till the end
Coldly December
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