She walked like sunshine
Talked with grace
She fled to be not mine
Left a scar on my face
Cut the core
With her bitter knife
Held down my love
And took its life
On a good day
My skies seem clear
Before I know it
Dark clouds will appear
Take out my clean sheet
When life takes a stumble
She will silence my painting
Snatch it and crumple
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