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when you looked up in the sky,
and raindrops met your rough skin in rivulets -
i wasn't sure what i would've given
to become one with the rain,
against the protests of light
just so i could kiss
e a c h and e v e r y part of your face.

when you were looking up in the sky,
and in your hand was mine,
under the light of a billion stars,
i had fallen combustion to your smile
for i would've drank the entire night
to leave you with only the brightest light.

when you look up in the sky now,
and hope to god you see a rainbow,
i will be the nightingale on the way to neverland
singing a song of weeping sorrow -
who needs the stars
when you have the sun?

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