She sings when things are good She cries when they are bad Her mood reflects her world That she wears upon her sleeve To let the rest of the world know How to revolve around her When she sings the birds sing Their sweet song matching hers To show that all is right To the worlds at large Right as the rain falling That I find myself standing Listening as she sings The joy that has entered Filling her soul with the light Of a love that brings her flowers To fill her days with all the colors I could not bring her Lips tremble as she sings Listening for the words to waiver In a sign that she’s not happy And that the blues are next On the playlist that streams Through her life As she sings for better days The song is not for me I had my lines in her song Where we skipped a beat And she did not want to sing Our song any longer
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