Warm embrace in this cold room
Always raining inside
Lying on the ground watching clouds pass by ,
I grasp the warm buttons of your smile
Wrap it around me like a lost photograph found over and over again
As the light passes , I beg her hero to come home . But these pictures are black
And white .
Waiting by the window
To catch her sun
Again
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